Starlight

Two friends lied on a grass hill, gazing up at the night sky. The stars gazed back, blinking occasionally. While the stars remained silent, except for the occasional breeze, the two friends allowed the wind to carry their conversation.

"What do you think that one is?" The first, a thirteen-year-old boy, asked the girl next to him.

"It kind of looks like you." She replied, blowing a stray hair off her nose.

"What?"

"See?" She pointed. "It has your nose, with that weird bump and everything."

"It does not."

"Does too."

"Yeah?" He shot back, pointing at a constellation next to it. "I think that one looks like your mom."

"Does not!"

He laughed. Finally, he turned, glancing at her head's profile, with the smooth nose, curved lips and a single eye. "You know what?" The boy whispered.

"What?" She continued to stare up at the sky.

"I've never seen the stars like this before."

Finally, she looked at him, blinking curiously. "Really?"

The boy nodded, with each brush of his head shoving aside more blades of grass. "Back in the city, there's all this smog and city lights that never get turned off. You can't see anything at night."

"Huh." She glanced back up at the sky, as if the stars had the answers to her problems.

"And you know what else?"

"Yeah?" She sighed softly, glancing at him for just one instance.

He smiled just slightly. "The girls in city look at me like I'm crazy when I talk about leaving."