Now, most of the time we'd have too much to drink
And we'd laugh at the stars and we'd share everything
Too young to notice, and too dumb to care
Love was a story that couldn't compare.
“Do you see those ones up there? If you connect all of those ones up, you can see a face.”
I laughed as I pointed towards the night sky, “Over there.”
Nevaeh had a deep look of concentration plastered on her face as she tried to look for the constellation I had pointed out.
I would never grow tired of looking at her face.
We sat atop a grassy hill in a field we had stumbled across one day on one of our ‘adventures’. We decided to come here every Friday night, to gaze at the picturesque night sky filled with glistening stars that you couldn’t see in the city. It was our thing. We’d occasionally drink a bit, sometimes too much, but it didn’t matter, we were having the time of our lives.
I don’t know when we had become so close. It has been a year since we had met. I couldn’t explain it. It was just one of those friendships that blossomed out of nowhere.
But I couldn’t ask for anything more.
There was a sudden stinging pain in my arm that snapped me out of my thoughts.
“Ow!” I exclaimed, “Why’d you slap me for?”
“Well, you dumbass, there’s nothing up there! I can’t see anything,” she declared.
“Huh, well maybe because you’re drunk,” I grinned.
“I am not! I only had a few drinks and the word for that is tipsy.”
“Drunk, tipsy, whatever, you still have alcohol in your system.”
“So do you!”
“At least I’m sober enough to actually find interesting things that are displayed in the stars,” I smirked.
“I find interesting things,” she sulked.
“Oh yeah?” I raised an eyebrow, “Like that one time you said there was some saucepan shaped thing in the stars?”
“It’s called the Big Dipper, stupid. And it’s an actual constellation unlike the random things you find.”
“Random?” I said, pretending to be offended, “I’ll have you know that the stuff I find come from the heart and my brilliant imagination. You should feel privileged to be able to share these things with me.”
“Privileged? More like burdened,” she scoffed, although the small smile on her face showed that she didn’t mean what she said.
“I’ll make you pay for saying that,” I said lowly as I tackled her onto her back and started tickling her, her laughter filling the night.
“No,” she gasped in between laughs, tears in her eyes, “Please stop!”
“Say sorry,” I smirked.
“Never!” she cried.
“Well then I won’t stop.”
Without warning, she used her surprising strength to flip us so that she was on top this time, however this action caused us to go rolling down the hill.
As we came to a stop at the bottom of the hill, we took one glance at each other and burst into laughter.
We calmed down a moment later, gazing at the starry sky once again. Nevaeh had decided to snuggle close to me and rest her head on my chest. I hope she can’t hear how fast my heartbeat is. Why can’t I control this? Damn it.
“Second star to the right, and straight on til morning,” she said softly.
She looked up at me, “The way to get to Neverland. Peter Pan said it was the second star to the right, and straight on til morning.”
I smiled, “Don’t you think we’re a little too old for Neverland?”
“I don’t think so,” she frowned, “We’re only nineteen.”
“Hmm, I guess.”
“I don’t want to grow older.”
I let out a laugh, “Don’t we all?”
“Well… yeah, but my reason’s different.”
Her words caught my attention.
“While most people don’t want to grow older because they don’t want to face the duties of adulthood, I don’t want to grow older, because it brings me closer to my death day, even though I won’t know for certain when that is.”
I stared at her silently as she continued on, tears beginning to form in her eyes.
“All I know is that because I’m sick, I’m going to die sooner than everyone else. I won’t be able to get married, have a family, or grow old with someone I love. Heck, I won’t find anyone who loves me because who wants a sick girl that needs to go to the hospital every month!” she sobbed.
“As childish as it might be, I want to go somewhere like Neverland, where you don’t age and illness probably doesn’t matter. I just… I just want to live.”
As she cried into my chest, staining my shirt with her tears, I had only one thought running through my mind.
Doesn’t she realise, that she has me?
I couldn’t bear to see her this sad, never in my time that I had known her, was she ever this unhappy.
With my mind and heart racing, I could barely think, but my brain decided on one thing.
I gently lifted her face to mine, wiped the tears running down her cheeks away, and before I knew it, I had pressed my lips to hers.
I said, "Girl, can I tell you a wonderful thing?
I made you a present with paper and string.
Open with care now, I'm asking you, please.
You know that I love you, will you marry me?"