“You can see the stars a lt clearer out here, can’t ya?” He mutters as he settles down in the sand.
“Away from all the noise… The lights.” You say, sitting down next to him.
He lays back, head on his hands. “Sure are a lot.”
“Yeah.” You say, laying down next to him.
“My mom… Before she… You know… Started drinking,” he almost chuckles, giving off a small hint of a smile. “She told me something about stars.”
“What was it?” You smile.
He turns to you, grinning. “It’s real stupid.”
“Tell me, I want to know!” You giggle.
“You sure? It’s really dumb.”
You lean over, giving him a kiss on the cheek. “Positive.”
Even in the dark you could see his face flush.
“Oh alright.” He gives in. “My mom used to say that before we were born, we were a star. She used to say God didn’t have room for babies up in heaven before they were born. We were all the same, just all sparkly and all.” He pauses. “And then God picks out that one star, out if millions and thousands and billions, just for the right parents for them.” He turns away from you. “Not that I believe that anymore.” He mutters.
You let his words soak in for a second, and turn back to the star.
You pick one out of all of them.
“Johnny.” You say, nudging him.
“Hmm?”
“That ones ours.” You smile, pointing at the one star.
At first he’s confused, but smiles as he gets what you’re saying. “Yeah. That ones ours.”
And the next thing you know, seagulls are flying over your heads, screaming at you.
You open your eyes, vision blurry from sleepiness, but the orange glow of the sunset still cracked through them. Johnny was still asleep next to you in the sand, arms around you. You smile and settle back into the sand, hoping it would last forever.
“Away from all the noise… The lights.” You say, sitting down next to him.
He lays back, head on his hands. “Sure are a lot.”
“Yeah.” You say, laying down next to him.
“My mom… Before she… You know… Started drinking,” he almost chuckles, giving off a small hint of a smile. “She told me something about stars.”
“What was it?” You smile.
He turns to you, grinning. “It’s real stupid.”
“Tell me, I want to know!” You giggle.
“You sure? It’s really dumb.”
You lean over, giving him a kiss on the cheek. “Positive.”
Even in the dark you could see his face flush.
“Oh alright.” He gives in. “My mom used to say that before we were born, we were a star. She used to say God didn’t have room for babies up in heaven before they were born. We were all the same, just all sparkly and all.” He pauses. “And then God picks out that one star, out if millions and thousands and billions, just for the right parents for them.” He turns away from you. “Not that I believe that anymore.” He mutters.
You let his words soak in for a second, and turn back to the star.
You pick one out of all of them.
“Johnny.” You say, nudging him.
“Hmm?”
“That ones ours.” You smile, pointing at the one star.
At first he’s confused, but smiles as he gets what you’re saying. “Yeah. That ones ours.”
And the next thing you know, seagulls are flying over your heads, screaming at you.
You open your eyes, vision blurry from sleepiness, but the orange glow of the sunset still cracked through them. Johnny was still asleep next to you in the sand, arms around you. You smile and settle back into the sand, hoping it would last forever.
I thought for sure I was dead.
But I heard myself breathing. I heard the voices of people around me. I heard the word “coma” repeatedly by the doctors and nurses. I heard Ponyboy and Two-Bit’s voice.
And then I heard her voice. (Y/N)’s voice. I heard her crying, talking to me. About the gang, her day, reading, whatever. Sometimes softly singing to herself.
One day I squeezed her hand, and she was laughing and crying all at the same time.
“I love you Johnny.” She whispered. “Just wake up.”
I tried so hard to answer her, but no words came out. I wanted to tell her I was ok, I would make it out of this, even though I would be paralyzed, I’d be fine. We’d be fine.
But all I can do now is squeeze her hand.