Star Nights Gaze

Story Time

Ronny's POV

After I ruined Isabel's shirt with teats and - most definitely - snot; I came to my senses. We both sat there in silence 'till she broke it.

"Once upon a time, there was a family that had to leave their home so they didn't get killed. The bravest, crawled through the devastation and went to gather food and water to survive their crises. She came up on a house of flashing lights and colors. Stole from them and counted the stock on the porch."

I listened to her story. It's something I haven't heard before. No fairy tale... but it does seam...familiar.

"Out comes a figure of darkness, carrying an arms worth of supplies that could be a fridge. He had told her that he would've help the poor girl if she had asked; she thought that in doing so would've ruined their fun. She asked for a number from the figure. He gave it too. Said it was a humiliating job, but he put it in her hand."

Her story...
I gave some one Carlos's number and he got four applications the next day. No. She can't be...is she?

"After that, they went their separate ways. She was a fucking idiot that didn't even thank him in a proper way."

' She is! '

My face is dried and it's my turn.

"Once upon a time a doofus was talking to his friend and somehow he got dragged to a party. This doofus noticed a diamond among the rough - a jewel beyond treasures - stealing the snacks and drinks. He watched her stand there looking at it all. He decided to steal an entire fridge for her. Told her he would've helped her. He gave the food to her, handed her a number for a job - said it was degrading, but it landed, regardless into her hands. After she left, he went home in fear that he would've been caught for stealing a fridge worth of food and drinks."

I smiled at the memory. One of the few pleasant ones. She stared at me. Mouth open: big enough to catch flies.

"Ronny...are you?" She seamed shocked and at the same time not believing what I'm saying.

" Ah, ah, ah! I'm not done yet!" I told her, wiggling my finger in the air at her.

" The doofus dreamed about her. One dream about being a married couple another about kissing her, but he thought he wouldn't get the chance. Another was a wet dream."

Of course I'm joking about the wet dream, but some of it did happen.

"Does the doofus want the shot?" She said laughing. She probably joking, but going to tell her an honest answer.

"Yes."

I pulled her close to me - not on my lap - but close. I smashed my lips to hers. They're so... warm. Mine are probably cold.

' She tastes like heaven. '

Her delegate fingers trace her lips, as she smiles at me like crazy.

' Was that her first kiss? '