Chapter One: Shining Stars
The multi-colored lights danced on the walls lividly, the aroma of alcohol drenched the building, and bodies collided every time the drum hit to the beat. The glasses on the shelves vibrated as the music boomed through old, black speakers. Couples, or strangers, if you must, kissed aggressively or took the money to buy one another shots.
Beatrice, on the other hand, sat on an old red couch seated by the window as her blue irises trained on the outside sky. Stars littered the space above and Beatrice couldn't be any happier. Although she hated being in loud places, she stars about seemed to have cooled her temper as she toyed with her curled, violet hair.
The twenty-one year old favored the stars as if they were a gift given from the heavens above. She adored the way they twinkled and danced around the sky carelessly. The stars, and the beauty they held within, was a stress reliever for Beatrice, a get-away from the drama and places she never seemed to want to be.
Her attitude was rather aggressive at this point. Being in a loud place filled with sweaty, dancing bodies, and alcohol bottles littering every piece of ground in sight was not her ideal place to be on a Sunday night, but her best friend, Lily, thought otherwise.
Lilian Marvels has been her best friend since kindergarten, when they insisted to fight over the swing set on the first day of school and they instantly became attached at the hip, things have only blossomed and since then, moving in with each other in the city of Los Angles didn't seem to be a problem. They've known each other for years and they've gotten to know each other very well, but Beatrice still thinks her violet hair and blue eyes could never compare to Lily's brown hair and green eyes. They weren't alike at all, but their sleeping schedules were identical.
While Beatrice stayed up all night to enjoy the natural art of the stars, Lily stayed up all night to party at various places, and if she was lucky, find herself a Prince Charming. When they weren't partying or stargazing, they were sleeping up until mid-day to start the process all over again.
Not only was Beatrice angry at Lilian for forcing her to 'enjoy the real world' (Lilian's words), Beatrice was livid at the fact that she was sitting on a couch alone whilst Lily was no where to be found. Bea was becoming sick of the alcohol stench and needed a quick breather (or an excuse to get out of that horrible place), so she gave into the stars that beckoned her to come out.
She stood up hastily from the dusty couch, wiping off her bottoms just in case particles of dust decided to migrate from the couch to her, and scoffed once a pair of drunk teens decided to take her spot upon the couch as a make-out spot. She walked out of the club and stood outside for a solid five seconds.
Ironically, a lonely cafe was placed across the street, so she quickly ran to the other side and collapsed unto a bench outside. It was dark, but it only illuminated the stars above, so she had no reason to complain.
It was close to midnight; Beatrice's favorite time of night. She had this crazy hypothesis that the later it got, the more they would shine. Obviously, she didn't know whether that was actually true, but she stuck with what she got and didn't argue.
The bell above the cafe door rang and Beatrice's head snapped back in horror that someone was going to make her a victim of some murder scene. A figure walked outside of the cafe and stumbled next to her (the way it walked made it seem like they were either sick or recovering from a hangover, but it could possibly be both).
Her blue eyes scanned the shadow, only being able to see a pair or bright blue eyes in the darkness, but with the star's light, she managed to see bits and pieces of the boy. Beatrice guessed it was a boy right after she saw the little bit of scruff he had.
"What are you staring at?" The boy scoffed, rubbing his temple in circles. He was still facing forward meaning she was making in fairly obvious she was staring out of his peripheral vision.
"Nothing." Beatrice snapped her head forwards quickly, causing an aching pain in her neck from the fast motion. Suddenly, the presence of the boy took her attention off of the starry sky. She was scared of him, to say the least. The way he looked was sketchy, but who was she to judge a book by it's cover? "What's your name?" She asked softly, slowly turning her head to meet the boy.
The blue-eyed mystery turned his body to face the girl. "You don't need to know," he hesitantly answered. He stared at her smooth hair, the light shining off one particular spot.
"Okay," she paused to think of a conversation - anything that would let her know he was just a teenager and in no way would he harm an innocent girl like her, "where did you come from?"
The boy threw his head back as a long groan escaped his lips, "Jesus, you ask a lot of questions, don't you?"
"I guess I'm a social person," she smirked. She took a tuft of her colored hair and toyed with it, awaiting for him to answer at least one of the two questions she asked.
"Listen, I have a major headache that probably won't be going away any time soon. Will you leave me alone?" He groaned, finally meeting eyes with her.
"Answer my questions and maybe I'll consider it. What's your name and where did you come from?"
The boy looked around the area in curiosity, turning his head different angles to get better views. As soon as he realized the street was empty, he lowered his head and drew in a deep breath, "my name is Hayes and I came from Jupiter," he whispered, smiling his pearly white teeth.
"Hi, Hayes from Jupiter," she whispered the same volume he did, "why are we whispering?" Her lips curled into a smile and she began to think that the horrible night wasn't going to be so horrible afterwards.
Hayes tugged on the sleeves of his black jacket, bringing the sleeves over his hands, "because I can."
Beatrice laughed lightly, "were you just at the club over there?" She pointed to the pub across the street, surprised people actually offered to enter an aged and unsanitary place for joy.
Hayes took a seat beside Beatrice on the bench, "yeah. It was a party I was invited to." He had hoped his first impression wasn't as bad as he made it out to be.
"Cool," she replied awkwardly, taking in more of his appearance. His face was fairly tanned and his dark, quiffed hair stuck out of his hood the tiniest bit.
"I like your hair," he complimented, "it's a vibrant choice." He chuckled, grabbing a small portion of the faded purple hair.
Beatrice flinched away from his touch making Hayes retract his hand quickly in shock.
She was shocked. Everyone who seemed to catch a glimpse of her hair on the streets thought she was some sort of grunge infested teen, when in reality, she simply just favored the color.
"Thanks," she set down her piece of hair she had been holding and set her hand backwards to lean on it.
"Where did you come from?" Hayes questioned, tensing his neck as a wave of pain crashed inside his head. The slight smell of the alcohol from across the street triggered a fast acting pain inside his skull, making it seem like some random stranger took a bat to his head.
"I came from the club, too."
"You're one of those girls," he teased, a slight smile on his face. "You know my name, what's yours?"
"Beatrice Lee Miller, but you can call me Bea; if you're cool enough," she joked.
"I'm Benjamin Hayes Grier," he whispered once again, "but you can call me Hayes; if you're cool enough," he mimicked.
"Very well, Hayes."
"Great, Bea."
Guess this chapter came a bit early :-) I changed some things up and added a brand new cast list :-) Vote and comment your opinions about the new writing strategy ;-) Lots of love ♥
