here you go, you knew it was coming and now its here:"which one is the closest star?" he whispered to me as we laid down on our make shift bed. there was only a pink towel that depicted Hanna Montana's face and logo that was between us and the soil underneath. it surprised me; in all my life of living here i havent seen this many stars in the city before this very night. with that infinite feeling overwhelming every part of my body, i gazed up at each bright star looking for the answer to your question. "that one because it's the brightest, i guess?" pointing up to the wayward sky, hoping to the heavens that i got the answer right so i would not look like some fool in front of him. "nope" he was quick in his reply back to me and i was just left there confused and wondering to myself: how would you even know? he then pulled my chin up to look at his smirking face, like he had all those times before when we were first going out and said "youre the closest star." i lit up like gasoline and sparks flew ecstatically from my chest crossing over to my finger tips causing my arm to wrap around his body tight. it is funny because with my hair disheveled, make up all a mess, basically half naked, and dirt all over i have never felt so beautiful in my life as i did in this moment. i closed my eyes to let my other senses bathe in this feeling as well.
"i just saw a shooting star" he told me. jealously, i rapidly opened my eyes and positioned my head back up to the night sky. "i always wanted to see one!" i exclaimed my feelings to him. with that being said a small flash of white light drew itself across the sky. i felt like i was eight years old again, pretending i was a little princess in a Disney movie, wishing on stars, and knowing they will come true. i closed my eyes tight and wished with all my heart. "there you go," he said "your first shooting star, and it was with me." i could hear the sense of accomplishment he withing the pauses of his voice like he was the one who plucked the star from its place and immediately dragged it from one side of the universe to the other just for me. we laid there taking in the cold air and drinking up each other's delicious company. all of this within a span of an hour; i didnt want to be anywhere else but there.
during the wee hours of the morning we both starred in out own version of a Disney film. i am Ariel, the mermaid wanting to see the outside world and he is Prince Eric who guided my feet to a land i have never been before. i was his Jasmine and he was my Aladdin, the street rat. i am still Meg, the girl afraid to love again and he is Hercules the hero who changed her perspective of all men.
