Southern Constellations

Romany Fitzgerald wishes one day to lead a frivolous and harmonic life pursuing her dreams, but first, she must complete the exhausting challenge of being an actual teenager. Romany believes her vicinity is filled with people who just do not understand, in fact, nobody understands. Most of all, there's a person she would give her left arm to avoid.

Austin Orion.

Hell-bent on bringing beautiful chaos into Romany's life, can Austin and Romany build a steady friendship on the ruins of a lifetime of hatred? This seems far too surreal for Romany, but she is unknowing of the hell and torment waiting for her around the corner; she was yet to lose possibly the most important thing she had in the world; music.
But she still has the constellations for guidance; looking for answers in a world that doesn't know the question, can Romany delve deeper into what is meant to be and follow her heart?

Did fate fall short this time?

A/N: Rated red for bad language and trauma.


17. Sixteen

We sat there for hours, lying in comfort that Lillian was watching down on us, proud that we were so happy in one another's presence. I didn't even know the time, and to be honest, I didn't care. For all I knew, time might not have even existed, because that night went on for days.

"Are you cold?" Austin said out of the blue, sitting up and leaning back on his palms. I shrugged, pulling my sleeves farther down over my hands.

"A little." I said, crossing my legs underneath me.

"How stupid of me, here," he took off his jacket and handed it to me, "I should have given it to you earlier." I put on his suit jacket. It was ten sizes too big, but it was warm and smelled of him.

"But you'll get cold."

He chuckled lightly, "I'll survive." He wrapped his arm around my shoulders once more and pulled me into his chest. I swear I felt him smile as he exhaled.

After discussing the sheer expanse of the universe, and how other life forms in different universes could have green skin and four eyes, I turned to Austin and looked at him. I mean, really looked at him. His warm caramel orbs were admiring the sky in such a way, it made my heart want to burst with joy, he looked so thoughtful, so peaceful. He admired the stars with such a grace, I edged closer to him. So close that when he moved his head to look at me, the stars above us reflected little white diamonds in his eyes, full of so much hope and wonder.

We were close now, and I didn't even notice. We both stayed silent, and neither of us dared blinking, this was a trance-like moment that held us captive, unable to breathe. His large, thin fingers reached up and rested on my cheek, scraping a piece of hair behind my ear.

"Austin, I—"

"Shhh," he cooed, "don't speak."

I remained silent. I could tell he wanted to say something too, but couldn't find the words. Instead, to do so, one simple gesture made all of his thoughts clear. His lips pressed to mine, ever so delicately, lighter than a feather. He went to pull away. I didn't let him. And there we led, in a timeless embrace for all the universe to see.

It felt right, completely, utterly, one-hundred percent right. I felt like my sole purpose in life at that very moment was to be right there in Austin's arms, with the stars blanketing the sky and all our worries a world away. For the first time in a very long time I actually felt like I had a purpose; not just being there, just wandering without any sort of direction, I felt, for the first time, that my existence had some sort of reason and explanation.

Austin pulled away slowly, his face innocent and startled, like a little lost sheep. We both blushed, and I pulled the sleeves of Austin's suit jacket over my face in self-consciousness.

"I—I'm sorry." I said, glancing at him momentarily. He lifted my head with his index finger.

"Hey, don't be sorry." He smiled warmly, his eyes travelling back to the stars above us.

Ten or so minutes later, Austin quickly ran back to his car and grabbed a handful of blankets from the back seat. He plopped down on the floor next to me and sighed contently. "I can't believe we're actually doing this. This is crazy." He let out a soft laugh.

"Hey, it'll be fun," I said, nudging his arm, I'd always wanted to sleep out here. We led back on the cold grass, wrapping the blankets around us. I snuggled closer to Austin, cocooning ourselves in a shield of warmth.

"Goodnight Romany." He sang, nestling into the top of my head. I smiled into his shoulder.

"Goodnight Austin."

"Sweet dreams."

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