in which a world apocalypse occurs, and sadly, only two people make it. a celebrity with millions in his pocket, and a boy from the streets.

[part one] "how could you -- possibly, my eyes -- i don't-" "i'm saying you're beautiful."

i felt like nothing. finally, the color in my palm had been accurate.

jackavery: you're into lady gaga? imzachherron: sometimes.

noodlesavery: hey herron, i wanted to see if you're okay. i'm worried about you.

jack looked down at his arm and read, "why didn't you draw to me when you were scared?" he grabbed his blue marker and in small letters wrote back, "why didn't you?"

he let out emotion, emotion that he'd been hiding in for years, emotions that he'd been cleaning for so long, he felt naked.

jack was taken aback, "well, i guess love is like another planet for me, another galaxy far from this one. it's like, it's not a feeling i can explain. it's just so beautiful."

we completed each other. just like how pluto needed saturn, i needed him; but i didn't know just how much he needed me too.

[part two] reality felt like a dream, and those two boys would wish for nothing more but to wake up.