It was two in the morning, and I was still awake. Benji dropped me off at home about two hours ago, but I didn't wanna go inside. So instead I just walked around the neighborhood. The occasional car passed by, probably wondering why I was just walking around at night.
The street lamps were illuminating the black ground. I kept walking, one foot in front of another, until I couldn't even figure out where I was going. I finally sat down on the side of the street and stared up at the stars.
Why was I here anyway? Why were my eyes staring at the stars, I didn't even like the stars. I should look away now, I was staring at them for too long.
Two hours and twenty-three minutes. I stared at them for two hours and twenty-three minutes that night, the air was sticky. My clothes were blowing gently in the wind, and the car was flipped over on its side. Two hours and twenty-three minutes of staring at the stars.
I looked down quickly, and stared at the pavement. I wish I could forget that night, and I wished more than anything I could stop it. But here I was, still alive, and staring at the pavement.
How pathetic, to be afraid of stars.
"Hey loser!" A voice laughed. I looked up and saw Naiomi, driving down the road, waving frantically. "Get in! Dad is worried about you." I stood up and opened the door to the car.
"How'd you find me?" I asked and sat down.
"You didn't get very far, I just drove around the neighborhood a little bit." She said. "Are you still avoiding the stars?"
"Uh, yes." I told her.
"I thought therapy was helping."
"It was, it is." I told her.
"I want food." She sighed. "Oh what about McDonalds?"
"Uh sure." I replied.
"Hm McDonalds fries, and a milkshake..." She murmured. It was two seventeen now, and I was still wide awake. We drove down the street as Naiomi repeated her order over and over again.
The clouds were starting to cover the stars, and so now I could look up at the sky. We pulled into the McDonalds drive through as Naiomi ordered. I got a small order of fries and started to eat as we drove home.
I was getting tired now, finally. But the only thing I could think of once my head hit the pillow was Benji, what was I going to tell Benji.
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Cassiopeia
RomanceWhen Aaron was seven he met Benji. But in eight years Benji changed and so did Aaron, but could the change be for the good.