SORRY PLUTO [ JACK x ZACH ]

seven

where does space end?

or is it just,

endless?

not an end near in sight.

that's huge.

that means our galaxy is one in a billion.

that there could be life else where, but i highly doubt it.

that would be cool though.

i hate weekends.

i have absolutely nothing to do but lay in bed and drown in my own sorrow,

but that's when saturn texted me.

i grabbed my phone off of my oak wood nightstand and,

from: saturn <3
hey!

i opened our texts immediately, i wasn't leaving him waiting.

'hey! how are you?'

before i could overthink it, he replied back.

saturn <3

'i'm actually really good, how about you?'

maybe it isn't a big deal that he's trying to make conversation with me,

or maybe he's just being nice,

it's probably not a big deal,

but what if i want it to be?

'im doing good :))'

saturn <3

'i was wondering if you'd like to go out somewhere tonight?'

my heart stopped and jumped in harmony.

'sure! where to?'

saturn <3

'there's this ice cream place downtown and i thought it was super cute, and you're cute, and i hope you like ice cream, so i wanted to take you there. if that's okay, of course.'

i'm really not.

where does he see that?

'who doesnt love ice cream? just give me the address and time and ill be there.'

i hoped i didn't come off as needy.

how do you react when the boy you're infatuated with calls you cute?

saturn <3

'is 7 okay?'

i nodded to myself, even though i knew nobody was watching,

'7s perfect :)'

i smiled as i read his reply, 'see you soon.'

so here i am, overthinking as i'm about to step foot into my car, driving into the dark of the night to meet one of the most beautiful boys i've ever met.

no pressure is on me, indeed.