Alone in We

Star boy

He was the loudest of the class when graduated in the summer. Had a band is his garage, and he was the drummer. With his curly curls got all the girls drooling as he go, but no one he ever know stayed for too long. It was only a matter of time before the sun rise. They would always leave with the stars in their eyes.

His name is Harold, but his friends called him harry, he groved along with the name, curved all over the lines as they would say, agreed with the fame, I guess it fitted like a glove, but all he ever wanted was love

He had just turn 18 when got a call from the producer man in suit " you're going to be a star" he promised , after that he didn't need much afford, left it all behind in one night. He had a dream to pursuit, but it was like chasing a cloud. When he realized he was running is circles, it was to late to come back now. Funny, you know, it was all about the money, so, the boy grow colder as he got older, until he was only a man in sight

He's shoulders got stronger, he's beard bolder, but he still have the same sparkle is his eyes. Still that dream lived inside, the boy and the fantasy, in his mom's basement, singing and playing, praying for a chance to arise

He disguise that gift in his eyes, as a vice, the cigarette on the tip of his fingers, closure his thoughts, the lie that he would convince himself every night "I need that to survive". Matter of fact, that's exactly what he was doing when they met. Both standing on the roof top, and as she climbed over the edge he yelled

She, who he had never seen. Just to stand there, so Pacific, as the ocean itself, blue as the sky, shining at broad night light, was no one he could've recognize. Not that he ever stop to analyze the world around his eyes, nether had the time, but, she was there when he least tried, for one time, at his window paine, he caught her swinging around the kitchen, like the world was her dishes, thought it was cute to see her standing there, in her point shoes, that she never got to wear

"Get out of me your weirdo" she said

"I just saved your life!"

"You would've to if you hadn't scared me on the first place!"

"I wouldn't be so started if you weren't standing on the edge of the building like a MANIC!"

"I'M NOT A MANIC...I was...just thinking...after all you where the one spying on me like a creep"

"I...I wasn't spying"

"Yeah? So what did you came here to do"
And between his fingers, the cigarette seemed smashed by the fall, she shook her head

"So that's all?"

"You own me a roll"

"You own me Band-Aids" when he looked to her knees, and understood what was all about, but the blood running out her ankles made him forgot about his broken cigarette

As he helped her with the bandages, for once not arguing, was easy to say that she forgot about the pain when she looked up the sky, and for the first time in her life saw a Shooting star that sinks over her head, swimming in her thoughts. It was only a dot in the big wall of the atmosphere

"Look" she pointed and he stared at the ball of fire where her finger rested, not very impressed, he turn way "it's so big!" the alarming flame keep getting closer, as them apart "harry!" She yelled "harry!!!" Again but this time kicked him as he finished the bandages "WHAT?!"

"I think it coming to us" but it was too late

The inflammatory ball of fire, keep burning it's way until it finally reached the ground. Once the flames settled down, the couple circle around its form, close enough to see, but their eyes didn't believe, nether would me I must agree, it was actually small compare to what they thought, it was really delicate despite the fact some seconds ago it was burning up.

It's sound was scandalous, and open it's eyes, blue as the skies, it cried, the tears pouring like rain, could drown the hole city down. They curiously navigate on that river trying to console that little boy hiccup. "It's" was a boy, a little kid, like a little star, rose cheeks soked wet and blonde hair, it was a boy, and it was alive!

Olive choked her head in disbelive, she laugh "I must be dreaming!" Said so, like one of those she used to have were she walked the stage of her show, one of those nights she would wake up, in the middle without him by her side "you're not real" none of her dreams where too. She tried to touch him, he yelled,he was just as flesh and blood as her, but his colors were technicolor bright as his hair glowing as well in the dark of the night but shinny like the sun. A living star.