Craig finishes a moon pie, eyes glued on a hoodless Kenny. He's still, hands resting on his midsection like a corpse at a funeral. The numerous moon pie wrappers were flowers consuming his frame.
"It's late."
He twitches and the wrappers crunched like autumn leaves. The orange blob lying on Craig's Red Racer sheets rolls his ocean blue eyes toward him. His blonde hair falls so the stoic teen can see his forehead. He smiles, "I don't want to go home yet."
Craig throws the wrapper to his moon pie away and deadpans, "I didn't tell you to."
"Hey Tucker." Craig thought it was impossible, but Kenny's grin gets bigger. "Lay with me."
He crinkles his nose and gives the blonde the bird.
"Get your ass in your fucking bed."
Craig slides next to Kenny, their shoulders are touching. He can smell the nicotine radiating off of the blonde. His hands settle on his stomach just like Kenny's. He takes long, deep breaths, in through his nose and out though his mouth.
"So I've been thinking about your ceiling." Kenny's tongue curtly licked his lips; his arms outstretched upward, "It's a nice ceiling, you know? I can like... see the whole fucking universe on it."
"What?"
Kenny glanced at him, "Don't 'what' me Tucker. Look." He points to an empty boring spot on Craig's ceiling, one that looks exactly like the rest. "There's Orion."
"Are you high?"
"Are you blind? Look."
The raven haired teen squints and narrows his so much, he thought he could see the electrons and protons and science bullshit around him. But he couldn't see anything close to something that resembled a full constellation.
He sighs, "This is-"
"Close your eyes."
Craig's eyelids concealed his pupils and his vision; everything was black.
"You're not seeing the big picture, I think." Craig tries to tell Kenny that there is no big picture, but the blonde shushes him abruptly. "Think about something you like, something that makes you happy."
The blackness that was beneath his eyelids, sparked into a fierce orange. Craig thought he'd be a bit more surprised.
"Are you thinking about it?"
"…Yeah." Craig can hear the definite crinkle of moon pie wrappers and the creak of his bed.
"Can you see it?"
"Yeah..." The scent of nicotine gets stronger. It's right above him. "McCormick, I swear, if you pull some shit-"
Kenny shuts him up with a kiss. It makes Craig's bones tingle; it makes him press his eyelids tighter. His fingers grip Kenny's parka, his knuckles turn white. The blonde pulls back, leaving one of those movie-like smooching sounds hanging in the air. He says, "Open your eyes."
What Craig sees above him, on his very ceiling, forces a small smile to tug at his lips. It was colorful, vibrant, but dark. It was impeccably beautiful, almost unexplainable really. It was something like-
"The whole fucking universe."
It was a lot like love, actually.
So they kiss and kiss until the walls and the Red Racer sheets look like the Milky Way. They kiss until the sounds of crunching moon pie wrappers sound like asteroids colliding, until they feel like astronauts floating in the depths of space, until they feel lightweight. They run fingers through each others' hair and nibble on each others' lips until they realize they would never want to see the world a different way.
