A/N: Just as a heads up, I wrote this at one o'clock in the morning, so yeah…

ADVIL

Jude swore she wasn't just another hallucination. No, not this time—even though she looked different.

He'd been having a relaxing night until she came along. He'd gotten high at a party, in someone's backyard. He smiled because the music was good—the Strokes, one of his favorite bands, was playing—and because the grass he rested in was so comfortable. He could tell the sprinklers had been on earlier, since the blades were damp and cool and perfect for him to resist the hot temperature of the summer night.

So he rested in the cool grass, almost tempted to roll around in it if his body wasn't so idle. He stared at the clear, navy-blue sky above him. All the stars were so beautiful, not being hidden by the cumulus clouds for once. For minutes on end, he stared at the image before him, entranced by it until something obstructed his view.

"Jude?"

"Starr? Is that you?"

He blinked once before rubbing his reddening eyes. He thought they were deceiving him. Slowly yet surely, he realized she wasn't a silly little trick his mind was playing on him. It was really her, though she looked quite different.

He sat up just as she crouched to the ground and hugged her knees. Her ginger hair cascaded down her back in beach waves; it was no longer tamed by braids, but rather a cream beanie. She'd apparently traded her nerdy glasses for ones with no lenses—the kind that Jude thought looked like the 3D glasses at the Gigantoplex. Her plaid shirt was opened and unbuttoned, revealing a black tank top. But most importantly, she wore clunky ankle boots instead of her worn-out sandals. He frowned.

"You look… really different."

"I know." She grinned softly. "You haven't changed at all, Jude."

He still liked the way his name sounded on her lips. Her shiny, peach lips.

"Listen, I'm sorry about what happened the last time we talked and stuff."

"It's okay, bra. The past is the past. What matters is… crap, I kinda forgot what I wanted to say." He started laughing, causing her to do the same.

"I really missed this."

"Me too, Starr." He gazed at the sky, then at her. "You know, you're still prettier than all the stars up there. Every last one of 'em."

A smile graced her lips. "You think so?"

"Mmhmm. I know so, bra." He realized the space between them had closed, his lips millimeters away from hers. (Or at least he figured it was millimeters.)

With one lingering kiss, he fell in love again. He kissed his name off her lips and ran his fingers through orange-creamsicle waves, ecstatic that she wasn't a side effect of his high. They tumbled onto the grass, laughter resounding once they parted.

They rested beside each other for eons.

He took a good look at her, thinking he'd be insanely in love with what he saw before him, disappointed to find that what he really loved was hidden by unnecessary glasses and a new façade.

"Why'd you change?" he whispered, confused.

She sighed as she fidgeted with the grass beneath her. "I don't know anymore. I just don't like who I become sometimes… I really wanna be myself again."

"But you can become yourself again, Starr. Deep down, you're still you."

"Jude, it's not that simple." She looked into his eyes as hers saddened. "It feels so weird and stuff to change who I am all the time, but it's a habit that I can't really break."

He took off her glasses, folding them up and placing them in her palms. He caressed her cheek, causing her to grin only a little bit. "Even if you won't always be the same, just know you'll always be the brightest Starr ever."

"And you'll always be a really special guy, Jude." Her lips weren't so glossy anymore, but his name sounded wonderful on them all the same. She kissed his cheek before saying, "I should go."

He solemnly nodded.

She stood up and walked away, but not before looking back one last time.

Then, in the blink of an eye, she was gone. The Queen of No Identity was gone once more.

As he fell from his high, his mind considered her to be a hallucination after all, but he shook the idea away. She was all too real (yet all too fake).

And even if she didn't have much hope in herself anymore, he still did.

Maybe she would become who she was meant to be again.

And maybe they would find each other when the time came around.