sunflower 🌻 [byler]

🌻; stars

five

i wasn’t so sure where we’re heading, he said it was a surprise. could you believe it, i was out here for a break, met this boy, and he’s suddenly surprising me when we just met?

“where are you really taking me?” i was starting to get impatient, plus i don’t really know him, “it’s getting late.”

“i’m not gonna murder you,” he continued walking, with his flashlight on, that i didn’t even notice he was carrying around with him until just now, “we’re almost there.”

that’s like the fifth time he said that, but no, unlike the other four times i didn’t just let it pass.

“may be you had your father sent you out to help me and force me to go with you, walk me to your real house, a rustic, smelly, old barn, and then kill me so he could eat his fine dinner because he’s hungry and you don't want that because if you don't have me with you, he’s gonna eat you instead,” i paused out of breath.

“can you just shut up and stop overthinking, you’re gonna thank me later,” he blurted out and for the first time in forever, he stopped walking, “look.”

after a long, and when i say long, it’s as if i was already ten years older, and as if i’m twenty six years old as we speak, that long time, we’re finally here, “wow.”

he held my chin, and pushed my face to look him in the eye. he was coming closer, to my face! what is he doing? is he gonna do it?

he then did it.

nope, not that.

he just pushed my chin upward, closing my mouth, “yes, wow! that’s why i brought you here. you said you haven’t been here for long, a lot has changed in here. so i figured i would show you around.”

we were in a cliff, not that scary, it was almost romantic, almost because it was a fucking cliff! i don't know, are cliffs romantic nowadays? but yeah, i appreciate his effort, he just knew me today.

i guess he was just that friendly?

we were sitting in a rock, facing the view of wide city lights from below. it was beautiful.

“so every time,” i faced him, and saw him looking at the view with his sweet smile, “every time you meet someone new, you get them to see this view?”

“no, you’re like the first one i ever brought here.”

i just nodded, and smiled.

“i don’t have that many friends.”

i admit i felt a little bit special but maybe i was just the first new person to ever come here and met him.

he’s now looking at the stars, “what kind of star would you be if you’re to be one?”

after it went out of my mouth, i immediately regretted to ever ask that. i guess i cannot take it back, so i just waited for an answer.

“a falling star.”

i knitted my brows, “falling stars are weird, they’d show up for like a second, they’re gone, and they expect someone to see them and make a wish.”

“well, i’m not expecting you to make a wish,” he laughed, “i think they’re just that special, i like the idea of giving a slight glimmer then just leave a mystery, poof!” he made the hand sign, “i’m gone.”

he kind of noticed how weird i was thinking about it, “wheeler, i said stop overthinking, it was just a stupid answer.”

“it was a stupid question.”

we both laughed.

“but that just sounds so selfish to me, yeah stupid,” he was obviously shocked by how far i was taking it, “you’re gonna show up and leave? leave someone to think about you all his life and you're just gone?”

“well at least i leave them a good memory,” he smiled and disregarded my whole statement, “you’ve got a better idea?”

“i’d be something constant,” i find him knitting his eyebrows, “like the sun.”

“how are you so sure that the sun is constant?”

“because i am.”

we continued staring at the stars, for like half an hour? and he probably counted them, because right now, he completely dozed off.

i haven’t had a bad experience sleeping on a rock before, because clearly i haven’t slept on one, but who knows? it might not be that bad.

but i’m not sleeping beside him, i get down the rock and lied on the ground. i then quickly noticed it was chilly, i take off my jean jacket and covered him up.

“night, falling star.”