Dear Starboy (REWRITTEN)

Sky Full of Stars

Tom hunched himself over his desk. There were brown rings of where coffee was spilled over the rim of his mug, staining the wooden surface of his desk. They kind of looked like a failed blueprint of a design that he was going to do with his desk.

An assortment of different assignment papers were displayed messily beneath the stressed student's swollen elbows. 'School, what's the point?' Tom thought to himself before he heard a clanking sound come from somewhere.

Tom's head whipped around hastily to find the source of the sudden noise. Something was hitting against his window pane. He slid open the creaky window to be met with the same boy from earlier.

Tord had one leg slung over the window ledge, dangling above the fatal drop and another inside his room. His back was pushed against the slick red frame, a clear plastic bag of jelly beans sitting between his split lips.

This time his flower crown was gone, his hair was tied back into a pathetic little ponytail. He wore sky blue denim shorts and a matching blue sweater that hung off one shoulder, revealing a black strip from the vest he wore underneath. His jewellery had been stripped and his bright smile seemed dimmer.

"Hey, kittyboy." Tord practically yawned the sentence but his words were still very clear. Tom kind of wanted Tord to go away so he could finish up his studies and then go to bed, like a non-rebellious teenager.

'Why was Tord still awake?' Tom thought to himself, questioning the mysterious boy. He sort of didn't want to know but at the same time he sort of wanted to know, Tom was doing work and Tord? Maybe being a rebellious teenager. Totally not what Tom is.

"Tord." Tom icily replied with a trace of sowl. He was indefinitely exhausted from the mountains of work, yet he found himself settling down on the windowsill to have another conversation. Tom, gave Tord a tired smirk with a raise of an eyebrow. He tried the best that he could, he really did.

"What are you doing so late? It's midnight." Tord said, his expression quickly flicked to show concern. Tom couldn't tell if his expression was serious or not because Tord himself was also late.

"Revision. Don't you have school too?"

"Nope. Domestic college tuition."

"Huh?"

"My tutor comes to my place to teach."

"Woah."

"Yeah. I'm pretty cool, huh?"

"Don't get ahead of yourself."

Tord sighed and reached to grab something out of sight. He retrieved a metallic coffee flask, holding it with shaky hands. The coffee flask had miniature stars printed up the sides in rainbow colours.

Tom scoffed at the design and arched a questionable brow. "Stars?" Tom questioned Tord. Tord looked slightly confused on why Tom was questioning his coffee flask. Personally, Tord thought that there was nothing bad with stars. In fact, he thought that stars were a good thing.

"Um... duh." Tord said. Clearly, there were stars on his cup. But seriously, what was wrong with stars? Did Tom have a problem with stars? They were beautiful, bright, and everything nice.

"Lame." Tom said quietly. The remark was mostly supposed to be to himself, like a thought but it came out of his lips and loud enough for Tord to hear it.

"Lame?! Stars aren't lame, they're so cool." Tord almost jumped towards the window as something sparkled in his eyes. It looked like passion filled up in his eyes like fire burning on wood with a mix of gasoline.

Tom shook his head in disagreement whilst his neighbor angrily blew wisps of steam rising from the starry spout. Tom thought that Stars were an okay thing at most, nothing he would get excited about.