A/N: "Stars" by t.A.T.u. James's POV
"Are we in space? Do we belong
Someplace where no one calls it wrong
And like the stars we burn away
The miles."
I stare up at the night sky. More often than ever, we've just been sleeping on the ground. Something's digging into my back on the grassy plane we've decided to rest on for the night. But I don't move. I don't want to disturb Jessie, who's using my arm as a pillow. So I focus on the stars.
I think of all the nights we've slept under them, yet I've never just sat back and admired them. The stars are so far away, yet so reliable, coming out every night. Beautiful, too. I connect the dots, and I can see a meowth. Maybe it's because I see so many meowth-shaped things daily and I'm used to the sight. Meowth himself is curled up in a little ball in Jessie's hair, snoring loudly. It's the only disruption on this otherwise peaceful night.
That constellation looks like a pikachu. Again, it's probably just because we spend so much time chasing one. Nonetheless, this pikachu shines above my head, just as out of reach. We've spent years chasing Pikachu and that twerp, the days blur together. The only thing that makes it all bearable is...
Jessie stirs in her sleep and I turn over to face her. The moonlight illuminates her pale, flawless face and she looks angelic. She slowly opens her sapphire orbs and long eyelashes flutter.
"James? You're awake?" She asks, still half asleep.
"I can't sleep. Go back to bed." I gently brush my gloved fingers over her cheek, as she won't remember such a tender act in the morning and can barely keep her eyes open now. I don't receive a response, except for her eyes closing and soon her breathing evens out.
I roll onto my side and wrap my arm around her waist. She sighs contently in her sleep, and places a hand on my chest. I press a chaste kiss on her forehead, thankful she won't remember any of this.
"Are we in love? Do we deserve
To bear the shame of this whole world
And like the night we camouflage
Denial."
