Dear Writer, - The Fooo Conspiracy (Felix Sandman)

24: Stars Light Star Bright

-Linnea-

I wake to a heavy mass on my head, I realize Oscar has fallen asleep. Carefully I lift his face and rest it upon my shoulder so I can sit up.

The van is still, and oddly empty.

"Oscar." I whisper him awake. "Where is everyone?"

He is stiff when he wakes and his eyes refuse to open but he sits up.

"What?"

"Look, where is everyone?"

He sits up looking absolutely pissed off but I think it's because he's still waking. He looks outside for a moment and I realize we are at a concert hall.

"We are in Uppsala, they're probably unloading the stuff in the back."

"Come on." I open the door for him and get out to stretch.

"Hey, I am sorry about Bea." Oscar says behind me. "I kind of fell asleep before we got a chance to talk."

"Thanks, don't worry about me though. It's better this way." Oscar smiles at me, probably trying to mirror my fake smile I try so hard to keep realistic.

Somehow, he can sense it's all for show, he advances towards me and wraps his arms in a hug.

"We should get going." I say removing myself from him and heading towards the open door of the hall.

The sun has set not long ago but seeing anything past the parking lot is impossible without the street lights.

Oscar and I make our way inside through the large open doors and I see Daff first lifting up pieces of equiptment with the other people in our crew.

"Where are the guys?" Oscar asks him. Daff doesn't say anything more than point in the direction of an open balcony. I take the lead and head for the opening having to walk up six flights of stairs into a hall of darkness by myself. I look back and I guess Oscar has given up following me. Ahead I find an open door with a column of light eminating from the source within the frame.

"Felix." I say, he doesn't turn right away, he uses a moment to take a deep breath and looks over his shoulder.

"Come here, sit." His arms are held out welcoming me, and I am glad they are, I think I must have upset him earlier with Oscar.

"What are you looking at?" I ask. I take a seat beside him and wait for his response. yet again he leaves me waiting for a moment before moving.

Silence becomes eerie around us but he breaks the odd mood by looking at me and pushing my stomach so I lay on the floor. He and I are alone here and I expect him to make a move on my like he did at my house but instead he rests beside me looking at the roof.

"Aren't the stars beautiful?"

I try to hide my laugh. "Felix, those are lights not stars."

"Well, just imagine they are, it's more fun to think they are stars than just lights. be creative."

I think over what he says to me. He lays with his arms behind his head and takes deep breaths closing his eyes when he exhales and opening them again. I copy his actions only thinking of the 'stars' above me, but the longer I stare and keep my mind open, the more I begin to believe it.

"It's beautiful, the stars I mean."

"You think so?" He smiles, I have a hard time looking away from him so instead of avoiding my thoughts I embrace them, I turn my body to look at his side in the dimly lit autitorium.

"Yes, my view is beautiful." I say. He turns to look at me, something not many people take the time to do.

I raise my hand to touch his face but I don't quite reach, should I? What do I have to loose? My fingers find their way to his skin and trace the crevaces of his lips.