Stars. {A Ricky Dillon Fanfiction.}

Do you ever found yourself slowly gazing outside your window at midnight, and just staring at the stars?

Stars. It's funny, how these small balls of light, can look so beautiful.

Whenever I feel lonley, sad, or anything in that category, I look at the stars, and I instantly feel better.

It makes me feel happy how small balls of light can look so beautiful, and you sometimes just find yourself looking at them, drifting off into your own twisted thoughts.

Maybe that can happen to people?

Maybe, you can be a small ball of light, that can make loads of people happy, but you don't even know it.

I describe people like stars.

If they seem rude, and obnoxious, they don't have a bright light. There light is barley visible.

Other people, who are classified as my "friends", or maybe even strangers, that seem the least bit nicer then most people, there light shines brighter.

But, there is always that one star. That one star that is one of the brightest stars, ever,

His name is Ricky.