Girl Made of Stars

“I’m not a human at all. I’m a constellation.”

“Half of a constellation.”

“The better half.”

and I’ve forgotten how powerful that is— just being happy with your best friend.

I wanted to kiss her then and I want to kiss her now. Do something wild, anything, everything, to match what this song and her words are doing to my blood right now.

“Nervous?” I ask after she listens to about ten seconds of every song on an entire Silversun Pickups album before giving up and picking Fleurie’s latest EP.

We just talked about nothing and ate our overcooked cafeteria cheeseburgers and it was good.

But there’s something else swirling around my chest that I can’t get a grip on.

Every time I saw Owen’s laughing friends, I couldn’t decide if I wanted to cry in the bathroom for an hour or rip their heads off.

whispers trailing me in the halls like vicious ghosts.

I’m not sure how long we stay like that, a little knot of friends and tears.

Charlie and I glance at each other, eyes touching and then darting away, but it’s enough to tell Hannah everything we’d never tell her with words.