The much awaited arrival of, who could be known as the "mean girls" of the Space Station, was met with many mixed reactions. There was Liz, of course, who had stirred up her own drama with a couple people that had scores to settle, and then, there was Luna. She hadn't put makeup on since the day that Liz told her that the makeup was all she was worth. And, on top of that, she kissed someone's girlfriend on live television. That someone, was none other than Damien.
"Hey!" a voice shouted as Luna sat by the side of the pool, staring down at her miserable reflection. "I'm talking to you, Luna!"
Luna barely glanced over her shoulder to notice Benjamin headed right for her. He stopped a few feet behind her, staring at her and causing a brief, yet awkward, silence.
"What?" the disgraced model asked, turning back to look at her reflection.
"The boss wants to see you!"
"The boss?"
"Damien! He wants to talk to you, he's on the beach."
"Eh, okay."
She rose from her seat, stretching her arms out before walking towards the beach. She could see Damien's unkempt mane from the stairs she walked down. She looked around to see if any others were around, but she saw nobody. She sighed as she approached the beach towel he sat on, with a blue umbrella above it.
"Yo," she greeted him, looking down at her shoes in the sand.
"Hey," he replied, having a hard time looking at her himself.
"The big guy said you wanted me for something?"
"I'm sure you know what that is."
"March, I'm assuming?"
"Yes."
"Look, it was my fault that that happened. I'm sorry that I kissed your girlfriend. I won't do it again."
"Luna, I'm not really that angry with you."
"Huh?"
"I just want to know why you did it," he finally looked at her, revealing a face that seemed, almost, devoid of emotion.
"Why did I do it?"
"Yeah, it's a simple question, right?"
"I don't know, it just came out of nowhere. Some random urge or something."
"That's a lie. You know that's a lie."
"...Fine, whatever. I can't believe I've let myself sink this low. Yeah, you're right, I'm lying. I kissed March for one reason alone, not because I think she's hot, not because I felt like ruining a relationship, and not because I just wanted to kiss someone out of the blue. I kissed March because, somehow, despite the sh $ that I have put most of you through on that stupid station, March still cared for me when I was down. When the way I live my life was insulted and degraded, she was there. She comforted me, despite the bi $% that I am. That's why."
"...And that's the truth. That's all I wanted."
"So, you're not mad?"
"Nah," he turned back to face the water again.
She stood still for a second, watching it with him. The waves seemed to be more thrashing than usual.
"...But I don't think I'll be able to date March anymore."