Starry Nights- Ashton Irwin

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"So, when they're like in the bedroom or something AND ITS IN ITALICS BC SHES 'DREAMING', she's actually not dreaming. It's really happening but sense she's half asleep he can't touch her. So, italics mean she thinks it's a dream but it's only a dream if they're in the meadow. If it's anywhere else, it's actually happening she just thinks it's a dream."

I MEANT FOR "can't" TO SAY CAN. I'M SORRY, I CHANGED IT IN THE A/N ALREADY, BUT YEAH. HE CAN TOUCH HER WHEN SHE'S HALF ASLEEP, IT'S JUST NOT AS INTENSE AS WHEN SHE IS SLEEPING.

"I love you, have a good day," My Mother kissed my cheek before shooing me off to school, myself dressed in all black. Black jeans. Black shirt. Black Vans. Black socks. Black feadora. Black sunglasses. Black cardigan. Even my damn nails were black. The jeans were cuffed up above my ankles, glasses to the top of my nose, socks so short they weren't visable, cardigan pushed to my elbows, hat sitting halfway back on my head, my shirt swayed in the wind, the soft material had a small pocket above the right breast, but just for looks. I was comfortable, even when people gave me weird looks because all black was unusual in the summer time, or anytime for that matter.

As I walked, I grabbed my new pack of cigaretts from my backpack. After packing them against the palm of my hand, the tabacoo usually gets loose while sitting around, I lit one. The familiar burn hitting my throat, the first hit always making me gasp a little. I had a few minutes left beore reaching school campus, so I casually walked, parents in cars dissaproving of my , so called, rebelous self. A few almost even crashed when I smiled and waved, taking the cig from my lips and blowing smoke out from the corner of my mouth.

After finishing it, I threw in in the grass beside me, not even caring if it somehow started to burn. At least it would take this school with it. A groan sounded when I started to walk into the front doors, my locker all the way down the other end.

The school bells rang, my elbows being pushed back and forth by ratty freshman and other various school chilrdren. They all disgust me.

I scuffed, seeing Conner at his locker, a few away from mine. He was wearing something weird, like a longsleeve with pants. Now, Conner's not one to wear that in the winter, let alone the summer. I pushed it away, it's nothing.

"Hi, Rose," His voice was soft, scaring me a bit. It sounded like he had been crying, and when I didn't ecknowledge his presence, his hand made contact with my elbow, pulling me a little too roughly. "I said, Hi," His voice was still soft, no rage intended.

"And I ignored you," I said, still trying to open my locker so I could get my supplies out for my next few classes. He still stood there, not letting go of my elbow. He seemed shocked, I don't know why. It's his fault, he only wants to be friends when there's no one else to talk to at the moment, or when he has an issue or no one to hang out with after school. I don't care if I'm friendless, it's better than being 'abused'.

"C'mon Rose, what did I do?" He asked, pulling me into him so my cheek hit his shoulder area."Sorry," He whispered, osuhing me a little off so that I was standing in front of him, peering up a bit. I felt like I was going to burst, and I did.

"Everything, you ignore me and make me feel unimportant, and I'm done with that bullshit. Either we're best friends or not friends at all. You can't be my best friend one minute, then act like you don't know me the next. That's not going to happen, so please make this easier and move out of my way," I held back the tears, this being tougher than I expected. He meant a lot more to me than I could've realized earlier, and it really pissed me off when he didn't just leave instead of staying planted there, making it harder for me."If you're going to leave just leave, don't make me suffer!" A tear spilled, and he leaned forward, wipping it away with his thumb.