Yesterday I Was A Star ✓

a moon

S I X
a moon: a natural satellite of any planet.

dedicated to sezerv

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AIDEN'S HOUSE WAS not what could be classified as a house. In fact, with one squat floor and a back patio opening out onto a view of New York city, it was the most modern bungalow I had ever been in. The outside had been repainted a pale blue, standing out among the row of moulding dwellings like a sore thumb.

"Here you go, my lover," Kaya murmured, handing me a concoction of vodka and cranberry juice.

Tentatively, I raised the blue cup to my lips and choked down a sip of the bitter liquid. As usual, my best friend had decided to put too much vodka into the alcoholic cocktail. Bile rose in my throat as the substance burned against my sensitive tongue.

"You put way too much vodka in that," I sighed. I squinted my eyes, but it did nothing to diminish the pain.

Kaya shrugged her shoulders in time with the roaring house music. Aiden's bungalow wasn't as small as it appeared, with an open plan design. The kitchen spilled into the extensive living room, with lights glaring from each corner of the rectangular room. The main lights had been turned all the way down, leaving red and blue hues to illuminate the partying teenagers. It was much smaller than Ana's party, with the guest list amounting to thirty people. I had managed to drag my group along, but Ryan and Max had already disappeared, and Emma had attracted the attention of one of Cole's supposed friends. Kaya's silver hair refracted rays of scarlet as she swayed to the Ed Sheeran remix, holding her hands in the air to prevent herself from spilling her drink. The red light appeared like a halo around her perfected face.

"No I didn't," Kaya chuckled. She fell towards me, light on her feet after her forth glass. "Sorry," the girl slurred, as she accidentally stumbled and spilt her drink on her red bandeau. I was quick to pull the sleeve of the jumper tied around my waist towards my hand, and wiped the translucent liquid off her top.

"kaya," I murmured, finishing my work. "Promise me you won't drink any more."

The girl pondered for a moment, holding the plastic cup to her lips. "I can't do that, and you know it," she replied. Her face was taut, as though she was in pain.

"I know," I whispered, but the quietness of my voice was overpowered by the thundering music. I could feel each beat vibrate through my body, breaking down the cells within me. I made a mental note to keep an eye on the teenager – if I could.

My eyes fluttered over the wooden dancefloor, flickering from one party goer to the next. Although I would never admit it to Kaya – or anyone, in fact – I was searching for a specific Spanish male with a smile that could melt your heart, and eyes as bright as the moon. My heart deflated when I couldn't spot him, so I flipped out my iphone and typed to the rhythm of the music.

Where are you? Xxx

Where are you? Xx

Hey don't just repeat me u better be here xxx

Course I am xxx

I can see you cassie xxx

Where tf are you seriously??

I jumped out of my skin when someone tapped me on the shoulder. In a hurried motion, I shut off my phone, only for it to slip through my fingers.

Cole reached down and picked up my mobile before the tragedy had sunk into my brain. I tore it from his hand, studying the cracked screen protector before sighing. I cradled the electronic device close to my chest.