★fallen star★ [tomtord]

new-boy

tom woke up to the sound of a moving truck out of his room.

oh right.

the new neighbors.

he shook his head and sat up. neighbors were nothing much, just another pain. you spoke to them once, and that was it. you never spoke to them again.

tom sighed. he wished they wouldn't talk to them. he had summer work, things to do. he didn't have time to play with a six year old. 

he flopped back down on his face, and soon drifted into sleep.

★★★★★

he woke up. it was midnight. he sat up, and bounced off his bed. he put on a blue and black gradient sweatshirt and some sweatpants, and looked out the window. tom staggered backwards, alarmed by the presence of a kid.

no, not a kid. a boy. a teenager. his age. the moonlight shone on his face as he picked flowers by the forest. the light just barely illuminated his features, but enough for tom to investigate.

he had caramel brown hair that stuck up like horns, and was wearing a red sweatshirt and a white flower crown. then, he seemed to realize tom was staring. he turned around to look straight in his face.

the first thing tom noticed was his eyes.

one silver, one red. but not a bright red like his sweatshirt. but a soft, kind sort of red. he smiled as he watched tom stare back at him.

tom was wishing he wouldn't notice him, but a secret part of him was hoping the boy would notice him. he could tell by his face that he was his age. he needed someone to confide in. to share his thoughts. to invest his fate in. his future.

when tom died, he wanted to become a star. he would be able to join constellations. he would be able to look down on the earth. he would become a fallen star.

tom took a deep breath in and opened the window. he got ready to jump out of the window, when the figure stood up and ran over to him.

"hello!"

tom stayed quiet. he didn't know what to say.

"im tord! who are you? not in a mean way."

"i... im tom."

tord smiled. grinned. beamed. this boy was shining like a star.

"what do you like to do, tom?"

"stargaze."

"what a beautiful hobby, tom. i love to pick flowers."

tom felt his cheeks gather in pinkness. he shook it away.

"flower-child."

"what?"

"your a flower-child."

tord laughed. it wasn't a mean laugh, but more of a grin laugh. a laugh to show he was happy.

"well, your nebula-boy."

"nebula-boy? i like that."

the boy opened his mouth to talk, but shut it when he heard someone call his name.

"i have to go, tom. i'll be back next night."

"so long, flower-child."

"till we meet again, nebula-boy."

tord jumped away and picked up his flowers and ran to his house. tom stared after him.

tom realized something as he climbed into bed.

this boy had made him helpless.