SORRY PLUTO [ JACK x ZACH ]

eight

i'd usually start off the entry with a depressing question,

but all i really want to do is fan over this boy.

i can't believe him.

the feeling i got in my stomach, my whole body turning to dust as i watched him wave me over to the place.

"hey! you made it!" he said.

i wanted to explode. are "crushes" usually this deep?

the word 'crush' gives me nostalgia.

it reminds me of all the confusion, how toxic my brain was back then and still is to this day, the words engraved in my brain like a quote on a tombstone. its impact so powerful that not even myself can hold the thoughts back.

they're just glued there. and i can't seem to pry them all off.

i smiled, with my mouth closed of course,

my teeth aren't one of art.

"yep! hopefully i didn't keep you waiting too long."

he shook his beautiful head, "no time at all. okay, so, there are so many flavors and i honestly get overwhelmed sometimes because of it, so let's plan out what we want first?"

i glanced over to the chart which was full of ice cream flavors and toppings, "you're right, there are so many."

saturn laughed, "i know!"

my eyes scanned the chart, "i think i would like to try the mint chip." i said whilst pointing to the small, word engraved wood that stated 'mint chip'.

saturn nodded, "the mint chip is really good."

"how many times have you been here before?" i asked him while walking into a line. his eyes looked up toward the right, "maybe twice, but it was just me alone. i had the mint chip the first time i came because it's what i was most familiar with."

i loved the way he talked. he had a somewhat deep voice with a raspy undertone, and as it may seem weird to love somebody's voice,

don't they all say once you love someone everything about them becomes beautiful?

"okay, mint it is."

we sat outdoors on a small bench that was across the street from the parlor, talking to each other calmly. it was perfect.

i so badly wanted to reach out and place my hand on his, i wanted to love him in every way possible,

if only i didn't have the ability to think.

the darkness of the night had grown upon the two of us, "look at the stars." he told me.

i wanted to start crying (happy) tears. he was a star, a constellation, scratch that he was our whole galaxy,

i looked in his eyes and saw the stars glistening from above,

"you're so beautiful."

i swear i was only thinking it in my head.

he looked at me,

with his beautiful brown eyes,

and told me, "i'm really not..."

my guard fell, "yes you are! your eyes are the stars in the night skies, your lips are a beautiful blooming rose in the autumn, your voice is a stunning song playing on repeat, everything about you is beautiful."

i remember my words so clearly.

it was like he wanted to thank me, but yet didn't believe the truth that was flowing out of my heart.

he sadly glanced at me, before getting up and walking away, "i g- gotta go-"

i furrowed my eyebrows in confusion as he gave me a sad wave, and walked away.

leaving pluto alone,

in the night sky,

and it's cold.

sorry pluto.