Starlight, I Will Be Chasing The Starlight Until The End Of My Life.

Allo! Hope you're doing okay! Right now I'm half-asleep/awake and measuring how high is my craziness when I get bored, and I confirmed it today when I uploaded Kevin's picture as my profile one. Gee, I know.

Anyway. I will go end reading The Perfect Summer and fall "asleep" :P Goodnight, I love you all ♥

Everyone was looking at Ryan.

He looked miserable. Not the same Casanova, no. Just a simple boy with a broken leg that desperately needed pills to get any sleep, or something that would calm down his killing gaze at everything and everyone in his way, thing that was not the usual in the boy that every guy at school wanted to be. The lavender rings were now purple, and the paleness upon him was something to worry about.

And it turned worst when he spotted Harriet walking towards him. This time, he couldn’t hide his true feelings, everyone around had to speculate the real issue between them. That was the thing Harriet feared the most. But her fierce love against Ryan told her to break any boundary.

“Hello sweetie-pie!” She shouted, touching his left shoulder.

Ryan immediately glared at her and stopped walking. He then poked her slightly with the crutch on her leg and renewed his way to Geography.

Somebody touched his back, he turned around and barked, “Harriet, go away!”

But instead of facing with the green-eyed tall brunette, there was the small dark-brown eyed Dylan.

“Wow, I could fry an egg on your head” She said, waving the brown sweater on the air.

Ryan sighed. “Sorry Dill. I thought you were…Ah. What’s the matter?”

“Your sweater” She said, extending her arm quickly to hand it to him.

“Oh. Thanks” He said and smiled at her for the first time in a long time since they stopped talking to each other.

Dylan smiled back, but the smile grew wider and turned into a surprise greeting kiss, almost lips-to-lips with Ryan’s Nemesis. That British guy Dylan would never stop talking about, right in front of his face in such a tender but annoying way.  That smile had only been caused by only Ryan, and no one else. He wanted to have that gesture just for himself, and those lips right next to his.

What was wrong with the world? He thought. First, he broke his leg for getting tackled by one of his closest friends, Gabe Saporta and now the girl he wanted and loved the most was being embraced so tight and close by the boy that certainly knew how to set on fire Ryan’s soul.

“Later” He said, returning back to his bitter responses.

He walked fast, circumstance that made his only and good leg hurt. Inside the classroom there were a few people, the aspirant to be a millionaire Adam Siska, also part from the supporting newspaper staff and Dylan’s best friend Hayley Williams, and finally, the best voice in Longborrough High School Gabe Saporta, the only one alone and obviously the worst football player. Ever.

The last one of the students walked towards the boy with the fractured leg, trying to apologize for the 30^th time since the hospital visit, two days ago.

“GABE! Don’t worry, OKAY?” Ryan tried to manage his anger; he did not want to take it over poor Gabriel.

“I see” Gabe comprehended.

Ryan frowned. Gabe wasn’t one of those persons to convince easily. “See what?” He asked dully.

“Dylan Adrienne soon to be Bellamy. Not Ross” Gabe said in a jesting way, mumbling the last part.

Ryan closed his eyes with a bursting anger all over his being. He felt an ache in his entire body, even more badly than breaking a leg. Gabe whispered “Oh, shit” and moved towards the door, to find somebody to talk to.

“Why?” Ryan said sitting in his desk, next to the window, in case of rolling out fast if the classroom burns down.

With all those things that had happened, why a fire wouldn’t be possible?

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Andrea woke up, perceiving the sunlight illuminating her vivid blue eyes that were almost gray into the center, freezing everything she would gaze at, but melting one boy’s heart. She stayed in bed for a few seconds, feeling the soft mattress, relaxing her back and shoulders.

“WAIT” She exclaimed, sitting on the bed. “What am I doing here?”

Andrea was still trying to remember how she made it upstairs last night. The last thing that she recalled was yawning while watching William from the corner of her eye, and studying how much the school had been growing in the past few months. But nothing about walking the stairs, opening her bedroom door and lay down on bed, sleeping for once, tight.

She gasped and touched her cheek. “So, it was you Billvy?” She softly said, when the dream she had appeared into her head quickly.

Although it was not a dream, it had been a partial consciousness from the night before.

She went out rapidly from bed and hurried into the bathroom to catch the bus on time. Put on a plain white tee and a red turtle neck sweater over it and navy jeans and ran throughout the kitchen and living room, searching for her pens and laptop to get them into her backpack.

She opened the front door and saw William standing in front of his house, checking his wrist-watch and glancing at Andrea’s house, then at her.

“I thought you were not going at school today” He said, walking towards her.

She rolled her eyes with a smirk. “Yeah, right Bill”

He chuckled and placed his arm over her shoulders, embracing her lightly but at the same time tight. Andrea stared into his brown honey eyes and thought about the day before, also about his kind gesture to carry her upstairs and specially, taking care of her all the time. William was always there for Andrea, without mattering to all the circumstances. And she had always liked that, she had appreciated and cared about William a little bit more than the rest.

“Thank you for everything, William” She thought to say. But just stayed inside her mind and waited for the bus to arrive, surrounded by William’s long and thin arms.

:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D He's sweet, doesn't he?