'They take their shots, but we're bulletproof (I know places)

And you know for me, it's always you (I know places)

In the dead of night, your eyes so green (I know places)'

*BLADE'S POV*

'Fucktown welcomes you for a lovely stay!'

No, it wasn't the real name; otherwise, I would have been the mayor, but after driving past hundreds of signs like that, I wasn't paying attention to the names of all those boonies.

We'd decided on an alternative route, more sinuous and less followed, the second we'd glimpsed the flashing lights near the Subrose beltway, and we'd almost got caught off guard.

Kenneth had really made it big, as Spencer had said. It was like he'd been planning this arrest for days, using more resources than for apprehending the best outlaws. Maybe he'd been right though, because thanks to my trained eyes and Dorothy's knowledge of the dirt tracks around town, we'd managed to get away again.

It had now been hours, and there remained nothing but the horizon line, our hair in the wind, and our thoughts lost somewhere in-between. No siren, no revolving lights, no gunshots, only the greenery around, the cerulean sky, the sandy ground, and the engine's purr following us, at least until a few grumblings came to disrupt the harmony.

"What are you doing?" Dorothy jolted upright from her weird, twisted, and messy position against the car door, her eyes glancing from left to right as I put the turn signal and slowed down.

"It's time we get some grub." I nodded to the supermarket on the side, the first one I'd seen in hours.

"Already? Maybe we should continue a little bit more. I'm not hungry personally." She was trying hard to not fiddle with her fingers, but the growl rumbling from her stomach gave her away, and I didn't even have to say anything with how loud it was.

I only cocked an eyebrow as she squirmed in her seat.

"Besides, we need to get a new car."

Her stomach wasn't the only growl echoing from the depths, and this old piece of junk wouldn't wait for the next stop.

"There are lots of people here, maybe we should find something smaller?" Speaking of junk, Spencer, I'd almost forgotten about him.

"The more people, the more we blend in, and the sooner we go, the less Kenneth's worldwide bounty on our heads has been seen." I tightened my grip around the steering wheel as I was already maneuvering the car through the back of the parking lot. "We'll split to not get spotted. You go get the grocery, while Dorothy and I find another car."

"No way! What tells me it's not one of your tricks?"

I could feel his eyes burning through the back of my head, but I didn't spare him more second glance than at the car key as I turned off the ignition and got out of the car, knowing it would never start again.

"I don't trust–"

"Spencer," Dorothy cut him off, her warning tone sounding a lot like a teacher scolding an annoying kid. "I trust you both, and we're all in this together."

I grinned like a blue-eyed boy of the teacher as she came to stand beside me, and also because he was right. The thought of abandoning him like a lost puppy had crossed my mind more than once. He was useless, only getting on my nerves with his stupid questions. But I knew Dorothy would never agree. She had a thing for rescuing hopeless strays apparently, and just like with Meteorite, I couldn't fight her stern look – even if the raccoon had at least the quality to be cute, and I preferred his squeals over Spencer's ramblings.

"Fine, but I would be more reassured if you came with me."

What was the lost puppy afraid of? That she decided to ditch him? I chuckled at his puppy eyes, though there was no humor in my voice.

"No fucking way. It's Dorothy they're after. I'm not risking it."

That silenced him as he swallowed the harsh truth.

"Here." She rummaged through her large bag, quickly pulling out a piece of paper. "If you need money."

So that was what the envelope she'd grabbed contained. Her evil genius brain would never cease to amaze me.

"Thanks, I think I have enough on me, but I'll try to buy for a few days at least."

"Take the cheapest," I added as Mr. Prince charming was surely used to luxury, and I doubted he would ever use a five-finger discount.

"And be careful!"

Dorothy had no reason to worry. No one would think of him as a wanted criminal with his puppy eyes and that longing sigh he was giving her, starting to walk away before turning around as if he was leaving for war.

"You'll meet me here when I come back?"

For fuck sake, it was a small supermarket in the middle of nowhere. The most he risked was being shoved away by an old woman for a sale at the cakes section. What a drama queen...

"Yes, always. We'll be exactly in the same spot." Dorothy smiled softly as he stared at her for a few more seconds, and I only kept my snide remark for her because behind that smile, there was a lot of fear – actually, just around it, the popping freckles hinting at the tempest brewing inside.

"With a brand new car!" I grabbed her bag and the envelope from her hands before the rest of the scratch ended in shreds, and instead, I offered her to take my hand. "What car do you wish, Shooting star?"

Her fingers hovered over my palm, exactly like on our first encounter, and when they weaved between mine, I was as determined to make her forget.

"It depends... what do you have to offer?"

"Anything you want!" I gestured my hand around, but there weren't many cars on the back of the parking lot, not cars worthy of a Shooting star, at least.

So I led her to the other side, which almost looked like a car shop: lots of engines and almost no people in sight.

"How about a black pick-up? Or this blue Ford? You choose, and I use my magic to make it ours."

I was her evil genie after all, and I flashed her a grin between two rows of cars.

"Why not this one? The keys are already on?" She matched my grin with the same wickedness, and she definitely had that innate genius and sharp eyes. She just had to learn a few things.

"No, the gas tank is low." I pointed to the important detail my eyes were taking first, along with the general state of the car. "And we have enough time while the delivery boy is making his shopping."

Carjacking and stealing cars with the keys already on at gas stations had been the best when we'd been near Subrose, and the pigs probably warned the whole state about the green convertible. But this method was drawing too much attention, and so far, we'd always lost out. I wanted no more heap of junk.

"Hmm..." Her smile fell down into a thoughtful line, though it held as much mischief. "I think you're just trying to boast about your magic fingers."

Fuck, I'd missed that girl.

Yes, I'd already realized it during those miserable two weeks and five days without her, but in that instant, watching her innocent doe eyes widening to take in my smirk and the bad intention going with it, it hit me that I couldn't live without her.

"I mean... tricks," she tried, making my smile grow even wider as her cheeks were taking a nice pink shade, and she pretended to look for more cars.

Dorothea... It was like that innocent cherry mouth had been made just for me and my dirty mind, in more ways than one as her lips parted in a perfect O.

"You've made your choice?" I whispered above her ear when she stopped by a car near the end.

"A Cadillac Colorado convertible...a dream car..." She took in a shallow breath before pulling her lower lip between her teeth.

Yes, she was definitely made for me.

Other chicks were in awe in front of shiny jewelry and bouquets of flowers; she loved powerful engines and starry skies.

"No." She shook her head like to get out of her daze. "We don't even know if there's fuel."

I was already leaning over the open roof, and I gave her a mischievous smile when I glimpsed the full tank. The universe was on my side.

"You wish, and your evil genie deliver." I turned back to her, leaning closer than before. "Now, let me show you what my magic fingers can do."

The trail of goosebumps in the crook of her neck and her faint exhale as I traced my index finger there... I was glad I still sparked something in her because fuck, my insides were resembling 4th of July firecrackers from my pants to my chest.

"We-we can't." She stepped away, though she hadn't let go of my hand yet. "I mean, it's so expensive, it's bad, and the color is too obvious."

Here her conscience was kicking in. Some stupid angel on her shoulder, whose voice wasn't hers, fighting off her instincts, but there was no way I would let it win. It was her dream car, and even if I couldn't afford it, I wanted to offer it to her.

Nothing was assured. We were wanted by the fuzz, and we had no idea where we were going, but the ride would be more fun in this rocket. As long as I had her with me, I wanted to make every second special. I wanted to see that shine in her eyes.

"If it's expensive, it means the owner has money to buy another one, and no one will think we're hiding from the pigs in this red car." I shrugged, watching my arguments light up that twinkle in her eyes while I played with a strand of her hair. "The more obvious, the better."

The bright color was what had caught my attention first, for the car... and her curls.

"Okay then..." She sighed, feigning resignation when her sparkling eyes were telling another story.

That coy look was fueling the devil inside me, and I quickly pulled out my pocket knife as I was already imagining stripping down that innocent facade once the car was ours... her red curls in the wind... her bright eyes glowing at the sky... her moans in the back seat as I took–

"But only if there are belts in the four seats."

That was what you called a cold shower. Even if Spencer wasn't there, that bastard was more effective than freezing water as everything fell back down, including my smile.

"There are."

"Are you sure they're working?"

"Do you want me to check?!" I huffed, more disbelieving than annoyed.

How could I even be annoyed in front of those big eyes?

"Okay, stand guard meanwhile then."

There was no one on this side of the parking lot, and from the sign 'staff parking only' in front, I doubted anyone would come out before 6, but better safe than sorry if the supermarket boss ever thought of coming out to smoke a cigar or something like that. Though it would have been quite fun if he found me hopping in his car to try the belts.

Even myself I had to recognize how ridiculous it was, and the more I was spending time with this pantywaist of her ex, the more I was losing my dangerous aura. If my men saw me right now, clicking each belt like a good dad testing his new station wagon... Someone gave me strength!

"They're perfect. Can I steal this car now?"

She nodded, sucking on her small smile, and I didn't know if she was making fun of me or if she was just grateful. I would say the latter for my ego.

"What's even his thing with belts and cars?" I asked, finding back my bearings as I worked my knife under the ignition panel, unbolting screws and forcing on the pieces of plastic.

"His mom died in a car accident when he was 8." She swallowed, and the heaviness falling on her voice made me glance at her.

She was still nibbling on her lip, but the playful look had given way to a nostalgic shadow. Of course, they'd grown up together, so she'd probably known his mom very well too.

"They were really close, and she was one of the sweetest persons I've ever known..."

Coming from Dorothy, it was a lot.

"And well... ever since, Spencer is terrified of cars. He never lets it show, but... he's bought his car just recently, and he always drives slowly and very carefully. So I think here, with everything, it got a little too much." She sighed, the shaky sound carrying a lot of worry and guilt.

"So if you could not drive as fast from now on, that would be nice." She turned to me, and if while she was standing guard with her back leaning against the car hood, like a Bonnie to the gangster I was, I could have forgotten whom she was talking about, her puppy eyes were the greatest reminder, glistening with so much care, so much love... for him.

How could I even fight?

"I won't," I replied before she could beg more. "'Cause it's not the time to get pulled over by the pigs."

It was the truth, and I wasn't doing it for him. But I was doing it for her. What I wouldn't do for my Shooting star? What she wouldn't do for him?

No matter what, I couldn't make her forget the place he had in her heart, and ironically, I was even the one who'd brought them back together. I'd literally driven her to him that day after Douglas's death.

Reality was as bitter as I was, and I went back to my knife, sliding back down in the seat to focus on the wires to cut as she whispered one of her 'thank yous'.

It wasn't the time to be distracted. The red wire was going with the other red one.

"Have you already done that?"

I could feel her eyes on all my movements as I pulled on the wires, and she was once more trying to pierce the mystery of this entanglement.

"Hotwiring cars? Yes, a few times for deliveries and removals." I was careful not to add of what, and I could almost hear her eyebrows creasing with the question, though it wasn't the one I'd expected.

"No, I mean, getting away from the cops?"

My little inspector was back, and she could have led interrogations better than most cops because she always had the questions that shot the right nerves. I almost cut the wrong cable, and with her intense stare on me, it was impossible to concentrate. I had to answer her before mixing the colors.

Though when my head tilted back to look at her, I completely forgot about the wires. Red, green, brown... All I was seeing were her boobs, right above me.

She'd leaned over the door to get a better view of what I was doing, and fuck, I was the one with a heavenly view. Now that she'd taken off my shirt, the sheer babydoll she was wearing under was sliding down and hugging her small boobs perfectly, and they looked even more tempting than in my memories. Had they already been that plump?

Fuck, three weeks were too much, and my fingers were itching to feel them, my lips tickling even more to kiss them, lick, taste... until she was arching and moaning my name again and again. Since the first time she'd pronounced my name, I'd been obsessed with the smoothness of my name between her lips, and here, my cock was throbbing with all the possibilities to hear it.

"Blade?" A poke on my scarred dimple brought me out of my daze, my gaze flickering to her intense green eyes. "Is there a problem?" She blinked at me so innocently, but just below, those cherry lips stretched into a playful smile told me she wasn't only asking about the lack of spark coming from the car, and she had an inkling about the ones she was stirring in another engine.

"No, I'm perfectly fine." I grinned, letting my eyes wander all over her milky skin shamelessly.

"So why you're not answering my question?" She was back with her serious interrogation, cocking an eyebrow, even though she didn't lean away, and as her finger traced my dimple and the line of my jaw absent-mindedly, I decided that was how I wanted to die.

I'd always said it would be on my bike, with me riding alone to the horizon, but no, I wanted it to be like that, under her soft touch, with her hypnotizing eyes, her smile, the infinite of her freckles, her boobs, and everything I currently had above me. A heavenly view to carry in hell...

Though that would be for another day, once I'd be sure I'd taken down all the demons chasing her, and preferably, once I'd felt her riding me.

"Yes, a few times, but I was incognito. Only once my face was wanted, when I ran away from the foster home, when I was 13."

Her eyebrows lowered with my answer like trying to picture the young me, and I averted my eyes because it wasn't that glorious.

"A little before you went into jail?"

Yes, one year and two months, it was already a record, even if no one was really looking for me. But that, I wouldn't tell her when she was already paling, the fear highlighting the dark circles under her eyes.

"Don't worry, it won't happen again 'cause now, I have the evil genius brain of my Shooting star." I threw her a wink, and it was enough to bring color back to her cheeks and gaze.

Yet I still straightened, grabbing my knife, as the what-ifs fading away from her eyes remained in my mind.

"Okay, so what are the important steps for a getaway? We'll get the car and some food, and after?" she asked, her eyes not leaving my hands as I stripped the wires.

"You're the boss. You tell me!"

"Um... I know! We need new identities."

Funny how I brought the wire ends together just at this moment, the sparks arising at the same time, and then, the roar of the engine was followed by her impressed gasp.

"We got the car. We got the names." I sat up, meeting her twinkling eyes.

"Lucy and Ford?"

I chuckled as it wasn't even a question.

We'd said we would run away together, and we were doing it. Bonnie and Clyde had nothing on us. We wouldn't get caught. We were–

"Who are Lucy and Fred?"

My grin fell down at the sight of Spencer and his arms full of grocery bags. We had the food too...

"They're our new names: Lucy Lucas and Ford Wels, so people can't know who we are," Dorothy explained, her gaze still shining as she turned to him. "You need to find one too!"

***

"Romeo Darcy."

How cliché! It had taken Spencer all the way we'd driven to this dirt road to come up with that, and the idiot looked proud of it. Well, Dorothy was preaching him too much with her sweet smirk.

"Nice, I think I've already heard this somewhere?"

"Yeah, and what grub Romeo got us?" I groaned.

That was why we'd stopped here, not to discuss his new name.

Lucy, Ford, and Romeo, that didn't sound like a boss outlaws' team anymore. Who'd ever heard of trio names? It worked for the Three Stooges, not for wanted criminals.

"I bought sandwiches, but there wasn't much choice. So it's BLT for you, Lucy, and you can give me the lettuce," he replied, too busy smiling at Dorothy to protest for once. "And you, I didn't know what you liked, so I took ham and cheese."

"It's fine." I shrugged at the wrapped square he was handing me.

It looked better than what I'd expected from this kind of place, and I wasn't really hungry anyway. I was craving a cigarette more, but I only had two left, and something in the depths of my twisted guts told me I should keep them because it was just starting, and I could do without as long as I had a stronger drug...

"Oh, you have cheddar in it?" My Shooting star pulled me out of my thoughts, peeking from above her cute nose as her freckles were coming closer.

"You want some?" I opened the sandwich, my jaw instantly relaxing to form a smirk as her fingers came to pick one slice, then two, and three...

I only had one piece of cheese left between my slices of bread, but I was smiling fully as I leaned my head against the headrest and watched her from the side licking her upper lip, a gesture she always did when she savored something she liked. She did it after our kisses – oh fuck, if I was going that way, I would be craving something else soon.

Though it worked. I was almost completely relaxed as I took a bite of my sandwich, letting the chirpings of crickets and our quiet crunching lull my nerves and the hot air melt the remains of dread in my veins. Even the corn fields on both sides appeared less creepy.

Dorothy could brighten the darkest places, and her messy curls were illuminating this shadowed corner more than the sun. She was also making the air hotter.

"Do you have dessert?" Her hair swirled as she whipped round to look at Spencer in the back.

"Sorry, but you know we have to keep some for later."

"Oh, come on Spen– I mean, Romeo, I'm sure you bought a little something sweet..."

She was good, and I couldn't even be mad that she was battling her lashes at him when she was wriggling her priceless butt in front of me, trying to reach for the paper bags in the back, and from the rustle, she was succeeding.

"Good thing you weren't hungry!" I chuckled, squeezing her side, and before my hand could even be tempted to go South she turned back, swatting me away.

"It was Dorothy who wasn't hungry, not Lucy Lucas."

"Oh, it's the space trips that whet the appetite?"

It was the only thing that explained why we'd gone from Dorothy Duncan wincing at the mention of food to Lucy Lucas licking her grin at whatever Spencer was pulling out of the bags, and after Lucy had swallowed two sandwiches in less than three minutes. But at least, it meant her stomach was filled with something else than sour worry.

"I'm an astronaut," she told Spencer who was probably staring wide-eyed. "You too can be anything you want. No limitation..."

"Except Lucy's assistant. That job's already taken," I added with a cocky smile.

I was the one taking care of her kitty.

"Um, then I'm..."

I hoped for him that he didn't take as much time to find it as for his name because if my patience was wearing thin, it was nothing in comparison with Dorothy as she stared hungrily at the bag of cookies in his hand.

"The rocket's mechanic!"

"You?! You know nothing about mechanics. I don't wanna crash!" she gasped, her terrified expression wavering for a second as he opened the packet.

"Hey, you said I could be anything, 'no limitation'. So Romeo Darcy can be an expert in mechanics." For once, he had good arguments, though what was making Dorothy tilt her head was surely the packet he was holding out for her. "Only one if we want to save some for later."

"Yes, makes sense." She nodded, taking two cookies of course, and quickly turning back in her seat.

It was my Shooting star. Dorothy Duncan or Lucy Lucas, she was a real good outlaw, and she stole my breath when she grabbed my hand and put one cookie in it.

She did it like the most normal thing in the world, while I was left dumbstruck, staring at the small cake in my palm for a good minute at least, and my stomach was flipping more than if I'd already eaten it.

It was stupid, but I could still see that lonely kid in the sandbox, inventing stories and names. The little cookie had been all he'd wished for... No one had ever shared a snack with him; he'd never stayed past snack time, and as I was hearing them bickering playfully about rockets, Dorothy pulling her lips to the side at whatever Spencer was saying, I realized it was exactly like that kid had ever dreamed: a cookie shared with friends. It was even sweeter than he'd imagined.

But just when I took the first bite, a too-familiar sound froze me whole.

At first, it was so faint and faraway that it was almost muffled by the crunches of cookies, the crickets, and the corns all around, and I thought my hopeless mind was tricking me. But no, I could never mistake it. It was imprinted in all my cells, and my heart was already restarting at an erratic pace when their smiles fell into horrified expressions and the mocking whisper grew into a deafening siren.

Police sirens, it always ended with the fucking fuzz, and I was already picturing the pigs taking everything away when another sound joined, as blood-curdling but loud enough to dissipate the dreadful images.

An ambulance, there was no doubt when a white hearse followed the blue car on the main road, meters away, all dashing before our eyes, probably to a car crash somewhere, and soon, we could hear our sighs of relief.

Yet even once the wailing echo had completely disappeared, the lightness didn't come back in the air, and I swallowed the remains of the kid's dream, along with that single bite of cookies. It all had the same bitter taste as I glanced at Dorothy's haunted eyes.

Fairytales, ordinary life, friends, sweetness... weren't made for people like me, and the worst was that I was dragging her into my dark world.

"Let's not root here. We got a long road ahead." I quickly fumbled to restart the car, the rest of the cookie crushed somewhere with my good mood when I pushed on the accelerator.

"I got Coca-Cola if you need caffeine," Spencer suggested as Dorothy was making sure I was fastened and safe, and I could have laughed at how 'holiday trip' it sounded if I hadn't been in a sour mood.

"I don't need it." With my eyes wide and each of my nerves on alert, I was fully awake and in reality, even after hours of driving, and the sun dimmed before I did.

"So what's the next step?" Dorothy asked, more to break the hours of heavy silence than anything else because it was obvious she'd already thought about the answer as she observed me with attentive eyes.

"We gotta find a place to crash, some cheap, low-key motel along the way." I switched on the headlights, glancing to the side to ask her view, but instead, I got the one from behind.

"A cheap motel in the middle of nowhere? No way! I'm not taking Dorothy in some cut-throat area."

Was he serious? A look at his frowning face in the rearview mirror was enough to confirm it, though I chose to laugh because otherwise, I would be the one to cut his throat.

You would have thought that with time, I'd have gotten used to him, but it was the contrary, and each of his stupid questions and reasoned remarks was getting more and more on my overstrung nerves.

I didn't understand what Dorothy even found in him.

"Hello! We're not on some honeymoon trip. We don't have the bread for luxury hotels, and 'cut-throat areas' are the safest for Dorothy 'cause we know they don't wanna see the pigs more than we do, so they won't rat out." I threw him a tight smile through the rearview mirror, or maybe it was daggers... I wasn't sure with how tense I was.

"And after? Because even cheap motels have a cost, and we won't have money forever."

Here was a perfect example of his stupid questions, and it was like he took great delight in contradicting me. He hadn't seen me in my worst moods apparently, contrary to Dorothy, who was sensing I was hanging on a thin thread as she tried softly,

"Guys, it's okay–"

"We can find 'cut-throat' jobs here and there to make some money and maybe pass the borders. I don't know yet." I tightened my grip on the steering wheel, my foot pushing instinctively harder on the pedal, and I was glad to see him turning paler.

Maybe it would shut him up finally.

"So that's your plan?"

Maybe not...

"Getting into more illegal stuff? And don't you think Kenneth has already made sure our faces are the number one wanted at the borders?"

"The plan is to stay away from the pigs and fucking stay ali–" I took a deep breath as Dorothy flinched beside me.

Sometimes my words were firing out too blunt, and there had been already enough attacking her today. I couldn't worry her more.

So I continued calmer, using another kind of sharpness as I held Spencer's gaze through the rearview mirror, "Unless you have a better plan? No?"

Of course, the fucker was just good at talking.

"Then you follow mine or you get out here and go back to your daddy." My foot eased off on the accelerator, just in case... I could dream!

"If we follow your plan, I think we'll all go back to him." The fucker narrowed his eyes at me.

"Oh, and tell me–"

"Enough!" Dorothy's voice rose just slightly, but the finality in her tone silenced us both, and the look in her eyes made me swallow the curse words on the tips of my tongue. "Arguing won't get us anywhere. We're a team, remember?"

Oh, she was good, and as she looked us both in the eyes with that electric intensity, she was easily winning the last word.

"Tonight we'll go in a motel, and we can discuss a plan once we're all rested." She sighed, the shaky breath sounding more tired than she let out, and if there was an ounce of anger left in my body, it was crushed under the squeeze of my chest.

"With the money from my birthday, I think we can be secure for some time."

Indeed, from the look of it, the envelope she was fiddling with was well-stuffed, but it didn't ease off the vice-grip of my ribcage. It was the money from her 18th birthday; she should have spent it on buying astronomical things, jewels, dresses... anything other than cheap motels.

She may have had all the qualities to be an outlaw, but she deserved better than this kind of life.

"Blade?" She pulled me out of my thoughts, and as I found her expectant eyes only focused on me, I guessed the fucker behind had already given in to her plan.

I did too with a low chuckle. "You're the boss."

This answer seemed to satisfy her as she turned back to the road like a boss, with her chin lifted, a grin tugging at her lips, and her eyes narrowing at the signs around.

"We're in Wyoming?! As in Wyoming next to Montana?" She was already glancing at us again, her eyes widening, but the impish twinkle appearing in them when I nodded was still making her look like a boss.

"You're thinking what I'm thinking?" she asked Spencer with that same look.

"Yes, and I like this idea better," the fucker replied with a knowing smile, though I didn't know if I should have been jealous or scared as they exchanged enigmatic sideways glances.

"I have the perfect refuge for tonight." Her smile stretched slowly into a grin that felt familiar before she added proudly, "For free."

I was even more lost, but following her sparkling gaze to the first stars appearing in the dark sky, I understood, and I knew I had every reason to be terrified as I recognized those tingles of curiosity sparking in all my insides.

"Another secret place?"

Where are they heading? 👀 Any ideas?

Also, what do you think of this team? Lucy, Ford, and Romeo? 😂😉 I think they're so fun and cute in their own way 😍 Little Blade got the friends he wished for so long!

Tell me all your thoughts in the comments because I love to hear from you! And don't forget to vote ⭐ if you loved Blade's POV (Personally, I love it, and I think it's dangerous that I find myself thinking like him sometimes 😅😈)

Until next time, love you my little Shooting stars 😘🌠