A/n: Yes, another fic. It's a short little thing, I know. Enjoy J
Two girls laid together on the roof of a building, a thin blanket sheltering them from the cold, hard concrete.
The stars were barely visible in the blurry New York City sky, and only a candle offered adequate light.
Turning to the other girl, the first girl reached out and stroked her cheek lovingly.
The second girl smiled at the contact, looking at the first girl with shining hazel eyes.
The second girl broke the long silence. "Joanne?"
Joanne turned to the other girl, propping herself up on her elbow. "Yes, Maureen?"
"Do you love me?" Maureen asked, though from her tone, it was obvious that she already knew the answer.
Joanne kissed Maureen on the nose playfully. "I do."
Maureen yawned. "How much?"
Joanne smirked at the other girl's question. "Very, very much. I wish I could show you exactly how much."
Maureen smiled, curling into Joanne's shoulder. "Tomorrow's my sixteenth birthday."
Joanne nodded. "Yeah, it is. And have you decided to tell me what you want? And don't say 'nothing' again. That doesn't help." She poked Maureen in the shoulder with each word of the last sentence.
Maureen was silent for a moment as she stared up at the sky. "I think I'd like the moon."
Joanne didn't laugh like Maureen thought she would; instead she nodded slowly.
"It's so hard to see any stars through the haze of this city. I've lived here all my life; and the only time I actually saw the stars perfectly was when I went camping with my dad. A long time ago," Maureen said. "I think I'd like the stars, too."
Joanne nodded. "Okay."
Maureen didn't wonder how Joanne would go about getting her the moon and stars. She just accepted the answer, reaching out for Joanne's hand, intertwining it with her own.
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Later that night, after she and Joanne had gone back to their respective apartments, Maureen went to bed.
She woke up early the next morning, hearing her door close softly. It was still dark outside, and the sun wouldn't be up for at least another hour.
Looking up at the ceiling, Maureen noticed that it glowed brightly.
About fifty glow-in-the-dark plastic stars dotted the ceiling, and a big, bright plastic moon was at the center of it all.