When You Wish Upon A Star (Skephalo)

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A certain darkness is needed to see the stars

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"Hey, I'm gonna go on a walk." I announced maybe an hour later. "Hey Bad, you wanna join me? I don't think you and Dream are on good terms right now."

Darryl looked at Clay menacingly before nodding, walking over to me. Once he caught up to me, I started walking off somewhere into the forest, him right next to me, not struggling to catch up to me whatsoever. Hell, sometimes I have to catch up to his long ass legs.

I hate being short.

"Are we going anywhere specific?" Darryl asked. "Or did you want to murder me?"

I laughed. "Yeah, actually. Vincent said that there's this beautiful lake nearby camp roughly this way. I figured you needed a distraction from everything. You seem stressed."

"So you're my distraction?" He asked. "I mean, you're right though. I need to get my thoughts off of...last night."

I was about to respond before I heard exactly what we were looking for. I grinned, running in the direction I heard the water from. I push through a few hedges and stumbled into a large clearing, a giant lake in the middle of it. In the middle of the lake was an island, it's main inhabitant being a giant willow tree.

I heard Darryl audibly gasp as he caught up to me. "Oh my goodness..."

I nod, not being able to find the right words to say.

It was beautiful.

We took a seat somewhere by the water. I laid my head on Darryls lap, making him giggle as he played with my hair.

Not in a romantic way. In a completely platonic way, just two best friends chilling out by a gorgeous lake.

I felt myself dose off. Between the nice warmth of the sun in Darryls hoodie, which yes, I'm still wearing, and the feeling of his fingers gently graze my scalp as he played with my dark strands of hair.

"You can sleep." Darryl whispered. "I'll wake you when we need to get back to camp."

I nod. The last thing I see is my best friends emerald eyes looking at the beautiful scenery.

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I smiled, watching the younger male sleeping in my lap, his soft snores and the water being the only sounds.

"Damn, you have it bad for the kid." I heard Clay say behind me. I turn my head to see him, leaning against a nearby tree.

"No, I don't." I mutter, looking back at the sleeping boy. "Also, language."

I heard Clay snicker, and I could just imagine his eyeroll. He sat next to me, careful as to not disturb the sleeping Zak. It was silent for a while, the tension so thick you could cut it with a knife.

"Are you really mad at me?" Clay asked, sorrow evident in his voice. "I understand if you are, really, I do. I went too far, and I'm sorry. I just hope this doesn't ruin our friendship."

I sighed. "No, I'm not mad at you. I just..." I sighed as I played with Zaks hair. "He's my best friend. I'm sure you would have the same reaction if I made you do that to George."