Stargazers

1: New night, new company.

Vincent groaned, turning onto his side to glance at his alarm clock. 4:04. He had been trying to sleep since ten. Yet he couldn't bring himself to be shocked by this.

Vincent pulled himself off of his bed and started to gather the few things he wanted to bring. He grabbed a random hoodie from a chair and shrugged it on. Vincent couldn't remember if it was the same one he wore the day prior, but he didn't care much about that, either. There wouldn't be anybody there.

The streets were completely empty and would have been pitch black if it weren't for the especially bright stars in the sky. He put his earbuds in as he walked, relishing in the loud bass flooding his ears despite it making his head hurt.

As he arrived, the brunette settled down on an empty bench overlooking the river below. He wasn't focused on that, though. No, he was focused on the beautiful stars above him, dotting the inky sky in sparkling white.

He found comfort in the stars, seeing as they were the only bright thing left in his life.

So, as he stared up, loud bass still abusing his ears, Vincent felt the heavy weight of guilt and dread he usually carried be lifted slightly. For now.

He was so caught up in the stars that he hadn't even noticed somebody sitting next to him. Until they cleared their throat, that is.

Vincent jumped, swinging his head toward the direction of the voice. The other boy lifted his hands in surrender. "Sorry, sorry. I just wanted to ask why you're here at this hour." His voice was faint over Vincent's still-blaring music.

"I'm good." Vincent replied without taking his earbuds out, completely missing the question.

"What?" Asked the boy, furrowing his brows and squinting his blue eyes.

"I'm good."

"That's not what I- okay." The boy broke off with a small chuckle and a shake of his head.

Vincent was confused, but he shook it off, gazing back up at the stars. The boy went quiet as well, also looking at the sky.

And that was it. Just two strangers with different lives to lead. Their brief interaction was over, and they'd continue their lives--

Vincent felt a weight on his shoulder.

Not even ten minutes after arriving, the blond boy had fallen asleep, leaning on Vincent's arm; his head resting on the brunettes shoulder.

Vincent tensed, tempted to move away. But he couldn't move. His body remained firmly in place, supporting the stranger beside him.

And soon, he felt himself start to relax, just a little. There was something comforting about having somebody close to him again, breathing and alive, yet not screaming or hitting or pitying him for any reason. Just being.

Vincent and the blond boy sat like that for hours, all the way until the sun was fully up and in the sky at eight. It was then that the stranger woke up, blue eyes squinting against the blazing summer sun.

He groaned quietly, covering his eyes with the sleeve of his crew neck. Vincent hadn't moved an inch beside him, staring out absently at the river below.

Silas hardly noticed him as he checked his watch, his eyes widening at the time. He was up and leaving within a second, not sparing the other boy a goodbye.

It was only then that Vincent looked up, honestly missing the feeling of the strangers body against his, his head on Vincent's shoulder.

Vincent pushed that thought away, shaking his head to clear it of his fatigue as he stood, putting his earbuds back in their case. They died a while ago, anyway.

He made his way back through town, his hands in his pockets. It was already getting hot, the summer sun blaring down on him, but he didn't even think to take off his hoodie, merely swiping a hand over his forehead.

The streets of Park City weren't busy at all, only a few people passing by on bikes or walking like he was. It's almost never busy during the summer.

Soon enough, Vincent arrived back at his small apartment, and he headed straight for his room. He had to get to work by nine, after all.

He quickly threw on his uniform; a black long-sleeved shirt with the McDonald's logo, worn black slacks, and of course, the stupid black cap, also branded with their logo.

By the time Vincent got to work, he was already almost ten minutes late, and he hurried to the kitchen, tying an apron around his waist. He was so invested in securing the stupid tie that he didn't even notice the other person in the room.

When he finally got it, Vincent raised his head, looking for where to start first. But his eyes landed on a familiar blond instead, and he froze.

It's the same boy who slept on his shoulder, and he's wearing the same apron he is.

Hey, Mia here! I really hope that this was okay and that you guys enjoyed it. I'm not going to lie, this is an idea I came up with right as I woke up and is slightly sudden, so I'll likely edit everything later on. But I'm grateful that you're reading!! Let me know what you think, and have a great day<3.