William's P.O.V.
I had been staring at her for like solid sixty seconds so, naturally she looked back at me and that's when my alcohol-driven-self decided to speak up; "My father, he used to love watching the stars in the night-sky. Every night he and I would lie down in our backyard and just gaze at the sky. He taught me the names of a lot of constellations. and ....." And i abruptly stopped, realizing this might turn into a sob story.
She hummed in response. When I looked at her, I saw her smiling.
"What?" I asked, smiling myself, hoping she won't ask me why he doesn't do that anymore.
"I love making up stupid theories and saying obvious shit in a beautiful way so i'll seem edgy so, don't judge me when i say this...."
"Go ahead."
"I like to think that stars are, like, you know, those little flickers of hope that you see in darkness. It's like they promise the coming of morning; the coming of light, a second chance from the millions of second chances. I mean I think 'yeah, i had a crappy day, but t has ended and i still have tomorrow so, let's make it productive' and then I go to bed."
She was smiling, but her eyes held so many emotions and I was too drunk to decipher them, but those eyes sure seemed familiar.
I decided to not get too deep and just said, "That's some real poetic stuff. You're drunk, my dude."
I could hear her friend calling her so, she sighed and stood up. Well, I like to think that I'm courteous so i stood up too and she said,
"well, then see you later,...?"
"William" I said and saw her eyes widen with, must i say, pure idiocy.
"William? Do you read William Shakespeare? "
"I obviously do."
"Caroline" Do you read Caroline Mitchell?"
" uh yes...."
"And is it solely because of the fact that she has the same name as you?"
She flushed red.
"You are such an airhead." I said.
"That's hilarious coming from you," she countered.
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Booze And Books
Teen Fiction"You sound like a dying crow." "Cruel!" And that's how the nerdie... Got the birdie.
