Tig and I sat on the roof of the clubhouse watching the night sky. The music, voices, and sounds of motorcycles reving had all gone away. Just the two of us and the night sky. It was beautiful watching the stars, absolutely beautiful. It made you feel so small that there were billions of star mixing with millions of planets, asteroids, comments, galaxies with tons of space for all of it to exist in. "Can you imagine how many of those stars are in the galaxy?" I asked.

We were sharing a joint so our brains were a little fuzzy. Actually very fuzzy, we felt so surreal. "Yeah." he said. I sighed and took a hit from the joint that was starting to burn the tips of my fingers. Talk about ouch. "Makes you feel like you're not on top of the world anymore."

"Nah." he said shaking his head. "Not really."

"Well think about it how many stars, galaxies, planets, comets, and life there is out there. Not to mention the oceans, deserts, the mountains, the valleys, and the sky. You're a speck of dust in some giants eyes compared to that."

"I guess."

"Mhm. It's really scary when you think about how insignificant we really are."

"Okay, now you're starting to bum me out." he said looking at me. His eyes red and half way closed. "Sorry." I said cuddling close to him. He ran his hands through my hair. "Tig?"

"Yeah?"

"How come we don't have any cute nicknames for each other?"

"Why do you ask?"

"I don't know. My friend Portia calls her fiancee puddin'." He rolled his eyes. He hated Portia. She talked way too much. I mean way too much. Like you know those girls who don't even get that what they have to say is not any of your concern. Like seriously she wouldn't shut up, until you pretty much had to either ignore her or cut her off so you could talk about something else. Who is Portia you might ask? Portia is Tracy's new roommate. Since Tracy and I share friends it was bound to happen. Portia was all too excited to talk at Tig and the rest of the guys. Yes, talk at. None of them were able to get a word in. She was about to get married to some weirdo she met and now he's going to move in with her.

"Yeah and he's a goddamn tool." I hate to admit it but he's right. He was a tool. I mean he watched Lifetime movies. I never knew a guy to watch a Lifetime movie, just to watch it. Plus she pets him, pinches his cheeks and sticks to him like glue. I don't remember what his name was. I always forgot it. Maybe it was Stewart, George, Chucky. Whatever the point is he's a tool!

"I'm just saying it would be cute."

"What would mine be?" he asked. I thought about the nickname that would top all nicknames. Something to just annoy the hell out of him. Especially when we got into one of our fights. "Tiggles." I said. He shot me the funniest look. Like the no-way-in-hell-I'm going-to-be called-that look.

"No!" he said shaking his head. Ah, yes my amusement at Tig's expense!

"Why not?"

"It sounds like a kids name."

"But it's cute."

"No goddamn way are you calling me Tiggles."

"Okay, Tiggles." I said chuckling. Now he looked pissed off. "Don't fucking call me that!" he exclaimed. "Call you what?" I asked cocking my head to the side. "You know what."

"Nope. Tell me."

"Tiggles..."

"Call you Tiggles?"

"Fuck no!"

"Fuck yes!"

I wonder if the guys still tease him about that. I know I do.

Kimya Dawson's song I Like Giants inspired this. My loyal reviwers, tell me what you think. I'm not sure if I like this chapter.