Fated Stars [STOPPED]

Six: Selenophile

Selenophile

-(noun) a person who loves the moon

Janice found herself in incredibly good spirits once nightfall came. She also found herself outside the porch, looking at the moon and stars, holding a cup of hot chocolate in her hands with a happy smile in her lips. She loved the night. That was extremely was true. Very true, in fact, people used to point it out to her. Well, her mother more often.

When she was alive.

The moon was looking down at her in approval as if she'd done something right in her life. Janice hardly thought she was to do anything right later on, she didn't really think the moon was right this time. Or perhaps, maybe it always right. Janice wasn't that sure that her opinions were valued by a celestial body floating outisde the atmosphere of the earth. How fucking right she was sometimes. People find it an oddity when others stare at the moon, occassionally sending wishes. They'd think they were mentally unstable or something of that sort.

But they aren't. Janice has always found that the idea of people who stare out to the moon have this gut feeling that someone or something was watching them, watching their every move. Something like a god outside. Maybe that wasn't exactly right. But still, it was intriguing to find that it was alright.

She glanced to the windows beside the porch, leading towards the dim light of the kitchen where she could see her sister loudly rummaging for some food, leaving her papers and materials were placed messily on the desk, waiting for her to continue. Arianne wasn't one for neat things, she definitely wasn't organized at she liked to keep it that way. She shook her head, grinning at the thought, because, she, on the other hand, was a neat-freak. She loved keeping things in order, and often got frustrated at her sister which led to an occassional shouting match.

With the hot chocolate cup in her hands and the cold breeze playing outside, Janice could tell she was at peace.

"Fuck, where is it?" Kiara grumbled as she pushed her books away from their positions on the shelf, looking for her marking pens, which was missing. If you were wondering, how did a pen get into a shelf? How odd...

Kiara Harris was a very messy person, everything could end anywhere. Except for her books. They were placed very neatly on her shelf, positioned by title and number. Even the most boring ones were placed on top of one another on the topmost shelf. Her friends, parents, and visitors were astounded at how messy the room was, while the shelf and the surrounding two feet of it were kept at the cleanest quality. Vincent used to laugh at it while Kiara rolled her eyes in the background, ignoring the boy's teasing.

"Where is what?" Someone asked her as she shook her head. "Nothing, Lottie. Go back to wherever hole you came from." Kiara called out to her brother, who narrowed his eyes at her in annoyance. He was named Charles, and wanted to keep his name like that. Simple, with no nicknames. Kiara preferred to call him Lottie, a girl's name, to annoy him like hell. It worked often amd would get him to shut up more effectively than always. His loud talking annoys his sister more than she wanted as she wanted to slap him like fuck.

"Yes. Here it is." Kiara grinned, clutching her tray of markers. She sat on the desk itself, smirking as it creaked a bit. Time to write that letter.

Janice sighed, frowning and setting her cup down on the porch. Seventeen years of her life had been spent at home, locked up and writing. She thought that was all she wanted to be. Seventeen years of her life spent with her paper and pen. She thought about what Natalie had said earlier...

"That's sheer dumb luck." Natalie smiled at Janice who looked curiously at her, eyes questioning on what she was talking about. Then, Natalie's own eyes widened. "Our lives were spent with each other. I mean, Arianne has known me since we were four. And you were already attached to your writing. I mean, why don't we live a little of ourselves, you know. Not too much. It's sheer dumb luck that we thought that we haven't thought of anything or exploring the outside world." Natalie's words were fast-paced and it took a minute for Janice to figure it out. She frowned for a second then took on laughing, "You can't a be serious, Natalie. I mean, we're partly alright with how things were running."

"You're not. You want attention." Natalie blurted out. Then, she blushed madly as Janice looked up again. This time glaring at the blonde girl. "No!" She raised her hands in defense. "I don't mean that you're an attention-seeking perosn. Look, I know you, alright?" Natalie said, shaking her head.

"Then what is it?" Janice's eyes were narrowed like slits that Natalie had smirked. She shook her head, smirking. "You don't even realize you have feelings for the boy." Natalie snickered. Janice turned her side to the side. "What are you talking about, Natalie?"

Natalie grinned, tucking a stray blonde hair, "Well, you like Vincent. Simple and straight to the point. You would I don't notice it. Little clueless bitchy Natalie. But, in fact, I do. I see the way you look at him, you know."

"What?" Janice was surprised and taken off-guard. She treated him like a best friend whom she hasn't seen for quite a long time, and that was true. In a literal way.

Natalie sighed, shaking her head. "I swear you're really fucking intelligent. But, at times, like these, you aren't really that reliable. No offense taken, but you suck at love advice. You give these logical and shitty ones."

She watched in amusement as Janice's face looked confused and lines started to appear in her forehead, finally settled on sighing in defeat.

"Alright. I'm hopeless. I cannot really place what you are taking about." Janice smiled faintly, barely a twitch on the lips.

Natalie smiled back, much more wider than hers, and patted her hand thoughtfully. "Leave it to me, Jan. And don't forget... Live your fuckin' life."

They grinned at each other.

Janice smirked at the thought, lounging on her back. The moon glared at her, her bright light emitting to her eyes, while her stars stood beside her, protecting their mother from going to her arch-nemisis, the sun.

How life was hard for them, Janice thought. As she smiled in the darkness before standing up in the cement floor. Leave it to her, Janice mumbled fondly as she got her cup and opening the door, went inside the house, before taking refuge in the kitchen. With her sister who welcomed her warmly.

The moon remained stable that night, overseeing her children and the ones on Earth taken care of. She didn't move, or did she complain. She remained in the sky, content of whatever was happening and letting her children stare at her, the shining light amidst the darkness...