I wonder what crowds people's minds as they stare up at the moon. So many people, so many different lifes, so many different haunting memories...
    Goosebumps rose along my skin but I didn’t feel the cold from the still air. The grass was soft, there was no doubt it would leave marks on my clothes from the dampness of the afternoon's rain. Deep breath in. Deep breath out. I laid in the field close to home, the moon and stars my only company. I came here to think, I needed to breathe. Even the chilling air couldn’t numb my pain.
    I pulled out my phone, Miss Perfect shining across my screen. I swear, she never learns. But, I wasn’t upset to see her message.

Hey, it's a pretty night.
Sent fifteen minutes ago.

Yes it is. Especially from where I can see it

Do you ever wonder if the moon is lonely? If the stars stay to accompany him or to mock him?

I looked up at the moon, his pale expression looking back at me.

I’m not sure. Maybe he’s like the rest of us. He tries to blend into the crowd but no matter how much he changes he’ll never be the same as the rest.

No matter how much he changes they won’t look at him the same.
Do you think the stars find him perfect or weird?

Maybe, they think he’s perfect and he still feels like an outsider. They don’t truly understand him, and they think they understand the image of him he tries so hard to hold.

I wasn’t sure if I’d regret this.

Are you free right now?

That depends, is THE Jaylen asking me to join her?

You just lost the offer

I could feel her smirk from here, see her messing with her auburn hair, thinking she won.

Yes, Jaylen, I am free.

It wasn’t long till she came walking onto the field, looking around with her steps slow.
    “Over here,” I said. She picked up her pace and pulled her hood down of her plush blue sweatshirt, “That's a real fuzzy sweatshirt.”
    “Don’t you start judging me,” she sat down next to me, crossing her legs and looking up at the stars.
    “Camille, I judged you a long long time ago.”
    She looked over to me, the moon only highlighting her features beautifully. The moonlight poured over her face and made her eyes shine, reflecting the stars back down at me with those soft pink crescent lips which held a smile that pulled me in.
    “And what did your judgment say?’ she raised her eyebrow at me.
    “That you’re annoying as hell,” her laugh filled the silent air, easing the tightness in my chest.
    “Well thank you as always Jaylen for reminding me how annoying you find me.”
    “Anytime,” a comfortable silence drifted between us. She stared at the sky and I stared at her.
What the hell am I doing? I sucked in a breath, a hissing sound escaping my lips.
“Are you okay?” Camille sat her hand on my chest, looking all over me as if she expected to find the pain on the outside.
“I’m fine, just a harsh breath. It happens,” I tried to fake a smile but only grimaced.
“Oh shut up, all making me worried,” she hit my arm.
“Make me,” what the fuck am I doing?
The few moments before her answer made my lungs fill with air and hold it in as if letting it go meant falling from the sky. I wasn’t no damn air balloon.
“As if there's any way to make you shut up,” she mocked.
I released a heavy breath, “At least you know better.”
She laid down next to me, her arm brushing mine. I looked up at the sky with her, what was she thinking right now?
“Miss Perfect?”
She stifled a laugh, “Yes Miss Doesn’t Do Math?”
“One, that's way too long of a name.”
Her tone went higher the more she went on, laughing, “Shut up, I’ve never been good at nicknames,” I only shook my head, hoping she couldn’t see my smile. “What is it?”
“What's on your mind right now?” I looked over at her. Those damn auburn curls falling over her face as she looked back at me.
“How nice this feels. It’s been a while since I could just relax and enjoy the company of the moon and the sound of my laughter.”
I nodded, looking back at the sky, “Fair enough.”
“How about you?”
“Hm?”
“What's on your mind?”
I swallowed, what was on my mind? How soft her lips looked, how she got those curls to be so perfect, the iciness in her eyes.
I think…
I think.
I.
Think.
I’m starting to like her annoying ass.
Fuck.
“My mom,” I answered.
“I’ve only seen her a few times, does she work a lot?”
I put my arms under my head, stretching my back slightly, “Yeah, you could say that.”
“Where does she work?”
I only stared up at the moon, not answering her questions anymore, and after a few minutes she took the hint.
I was starting to like Miss Perfect, that's what was on my mind.