Jane & The Shooting Star

Patrick & Jane have known each other forever, growing up in a town as small as there own, they grew close together from a small age. Patrick, desperately in love with his best friend, wishes upon a shooting star one night four years prior, and is still dealing with the aftermath. Under the impression that Jane could never love him back, he tries to battle with his erratic mother, failed attempts at jealousy, and the true meaning of what fate is all about.

Short story, rated Yellow for strong language.
© Copyright ‘Jane & The Shooting Star’ by GeorgiaLM 2013

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3Chapter Patrick “Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own.” - Robert A. Heinlein, Stranger in a Strange Land “I guess we should get going, then.” I say, tucking the book into the shelf. I’m reeling, halfway confused and halfway aroused. Jane’s spread out on my bed and she’s just confessed that my eyes are beautiful and it’s making it very difficult to look at her. I want her, so much. I’ve never wanted another person before, and it seems wrong, because you can never own or have another person, but I need her. In any way. And I want her to need me. “Yeah, I guess we should.” she sits up and I know I’m watching her again. I mean, I can’t help it honestly. She’s beautiful, and smart and witty and lovable and sometimes she says things that make my stomach flop, and I don’t think I’d ever want to watch anyone else lift themselves from my bed as gracefully as she does. She starts walking towards the window and I’m about to stop her and tell her maybe the front door might be a better idea, but then I start thinking about the stench of alcohol that has stained the walls and soaked through. No amount of air freshener and scrubbing on my part can change that. “So, are other kids from our school coming?” I asked her once we’re outside. The light is fading quickly, the sky darkening. Specks of early stars had begun appearing and the wind was picking up slightly. “Yeah I think so, I told a whole bunch of people, we’re meeting down there in a few minutes, so we should get there on time.” I smile, but it feels fake on my lips. This was meant to be something that we could share together, and I know now that it’s not going to be like that. She’ll be with her friends, and I’ll be stuck next to Erik while he tells be about his computer malfunctioning and I have to pretend to care. It’s crazy really, how plans in your head, the ones you’ve articulated for years, never turn out how you want them to. *** We arrive at the beach just as night is darkening the sky. The wind raises the blond hair from my forehead and runs a shiver up my spine. Jane is greeted by her three best friends with ginormous hugs and breathless squeals as though they hadn’t only seen each other a few hours ago. Erik is by my side in seconds. It’s quite strange how he can move so quickly when he wants to block me from Jane, but he’s always last when it comes to school races. He gives me a big smile and it makes me feel like shit for thinking about him badly. Though, I don’t really know why, it’s not as though he can hear my thoughts. “Are you excited?” he asks, tucking his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “Yeah” I say, though I don’t really mean it, the night won’t end like I want it to. “I am, though theres a large chance the star won’t even fall here.” “It’s happened once, it can happen again.” I say, and I’m thinking about Jane again. Her smile, her lips, her retreating figure as she ran down the beach. “You’ve seen it before?” he asks, he looks surprised, but I’m sure I’ve told him this before. “Yeah, years ago, with Jane.” I mutter. Erik’s grey eyes glint behind his glasses and his mouth curves into a knowing smile. He’s teased me about liking Jane since he moved to our school two years ago. I don’t really know how he picked it out, it’s not like Jane’s ever noticed, or maybe she has and she just doesn’t want to hurt me by saying it’ll never happen. “Ah, Jaaaaane” he sings, his grin growing wider when I jab him in the ribs with my elbow. “Did someone say my name?” Jane appears next to us, her eyes alight with excitement. I’ve lost any form of response. I want to say something witty and funny that’ll make her lips curl in a smile, but my brain is muddled and I nudge Erik to say something. He slings and arm over my shoulder and says, “We were just talking about Pat’s previous experiences with shooting stars.” Jane’s smile falters a bit and I try to tell her with my eyes that I hadn’t mentioned the kiss. It’s always been a touchy subject between the two of us, and I know, even though nothing ever became of it, that it still meant something. I’m sure she’d be upset if I told anyone about it. “Right.” she says after a long pause that has me shuffling my feet in the sand. “I have someone I want you guys to meet.” She turns quickly and both Erik and I look at each other then follow her feet imprints in the sand. Jane is standing with a guy I’ve never seen before which I’m thinking could be the new kid Jack. Plus Malcolm - a guy I should know better seeming I’ve gone to school with him all my life - and Ally, Rose and Eliza. “Boys, this is Jack, Jack this is Erik and Trick; though you can’t call him Trick, because that’s my nickname I gave to him. You can call him Pat or something.” Jane gestures between us, I smile and say Hi to Jack, giving him an awkward hand shake. He’s tall, but so am I so we stand at about the same level. His hair is long and tied at the base of his neck like he’s some sort of punk rocker, he’s only wearing a tight t-shirt and jeans but he seems unfazed by the airs heady chill. “What are you gonna wish for, Patty?” Rose, one of Jane’s friends has her hand clamped around my forearm, and she purrs my name into my ear. I think she’s trying to be seductive but it’s not really working because I hate the nickname ‘Patty’. It sounds like the nickname you would give to a forty year old woman named Patricia. “I dunno yet.” I shrug and try to keep my focus on her as she tells me about all the things she’s going to wish for, but I’m focusing on Jack. Well, more specifically, Jane and Jack. Jane is smiling at him and he’s got his arm resting casually around her shoulders, but it makes my blood boil. Jane’s eyes flick towards mine, like she was expecting me to be staring. She flashes me a smile and turns back to Jack, leaning further into his arm. I know she’s not doing it on purpose, though maybe she is. But it makes me feel slightly sick. Rose’s hand is too tight on me and her nails are bitten and cracked with red nail polish. I try focusing on her, her small pouted mouth, her freckled face and strawberry curls. But I’m thinking about Jane, and Jack’s arm around her. And then a part of me wants to make her jealous, the jealousy that I’m feeling. So I peel away Rose’s hand and wrap my arm around her shoulders, pulling her close to me. Her perfume has a nice fruity tint to it, but she’s got a lot of it on. I lean in close to her and I listen to what she’s saying, though I’m not really, because when I flash a look towards Jane again, she’s staring at the two of us, and she looks sad and I’ve never wanted that.
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