Within The Lights. (Series)

What You Want - Prologue

"See those stars?"

I looked at where his finger was pointing.

"Yeah. What about them?"

"That's the big dipper. And those ones," he pointed at another cluster of stars, "Those are the little dipper."

"I know that," I laughed, giving him a shove in the shoulder.

"And those ones over there are your star sign." he said, and I turned my head to look.

"You know my star sign?" I asked.

He nodded. "Scorpio."

"What's yours?" I asked, actually curious.

"Leo." he smiled.

"And which stars are yours?" I looked back up at the sky.

"Those ones."

"What are they supposed to be?" I whispered.

"A lion. That's what Leo means in Latin." he answered.

I sat up and gave him a confused look. "That's not a lion!"

"Yes it is!" he laughed, sitting up, too.

"How?" I asked, crossing my arms across my chest.

"See, that there is the tail," he traced the stars with his finger, "There's the legs, and the head."

"I still don't see it." I shook my head. "Hey, what time is it?"

He looked at his phone. "10:45."

I stood up. "We should go back in. It's getting late."

"It's only 10:45." he argued.

"But they're going to worry." I raised my eyebrows at him.

"And by 'They,' you mean your brother. Tell you what," he said, gesturing for me to sit back down, "We stay out for 15 more minutes, and I'll take your brother's wrath."

I laughed and sat back down. "What a gentleman."

"I try." he smirked at me.

"Greyson?" I asked, lying back down.

He laid next to me. "Yeah, Macy?"

"We're still going to be friends, right? I mean, after this tour." I asked.

"Of course." He answered. "Promise."

"That's not good enough. I want a pinky swear." I said.

He sighed and sat up, holding his pinky finger out. "I pinky swear that we will still be friends after this tour, Macy."

"Good." I smiled, wrapping my pinky around his.