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"So what do you plan to do about her?"

"I don't know… As of right now, I'm giving her a chance because I was suddenly motivated to by a certain Asian and I don't want to upset him or his ancestors will have bad luck cursed onto my family forever."

"Uh, right… Ever think about letting her and me meet?"

"Uh, no."

"Why not?"

"Because I said so."

"Last time you told me not to do something, you came back taking back your word."

"That's because… That's because I'm a liar and you already know that."

"Haha… Right."

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Although he'd always tell the other that he'd arrive at three, Jefferson wouldn't actually have the car in a complete stop in front of the house until it was two minutes after three. It would take four more minutes of checking his hair in the mirror and seeing if his breath was minty fresh, and then after the one minute and a half it took for him to arrive at the front door, he'd always take time to press the wrinkles out of his shirt and straighten his jacket because he'd give the first knock when it was exactly eight minutes after three.

But times have changed ever since the summer of 2012 started and there were times when he wouldn't come at all. There would later be an apologetic call with some reason about how he was dragged to go somewhere by his new fiancé, and although it was entertaining to see him act so desperate for an acceptance to his sorry, it took a lot of courage to suppress personal emotions and act as though it was understandable.

The truth was that it wasn't.

But the days when he did come to visit, the days when that three-beat knock would be heard coming from the front door, those were the days that would be treasured the most. Although it was a small happiness that would never be voiced aloud, it was still a small happiness worth while. It had effects and meant more than anything else.

"We should go out somewhere."

Sebastian was sprawled across the bed, the covers that had the utmost attention to have folded perfectly were beginning to shift and become crooked with each movement the rich boy would do. He flipped himself from his back and onto his stomach. It took a few visits and emotional conversations before Sebastian was comfortable enough to actually loosen his posture and not stand against the doorframe or sit in the desk chair with his back straight. Instead, he was now lying on the bed with his head being held up by both hands and his feet kicking in the air so as to not touch the pillows.

He looked ridiculous and Karofsky couldn't help but laugh at him. Sebastian squinted his eyes with anger as he moved again on the bed, now sitting at the end with his feet touching the floor and his hands on his knees. He no longer looked upset at Karofsky laughing at him and repeated, "I'm serious. We should go out somewhere."

Karofsky span around on his desk chair, picking his cell phone off his desk to check the time. "Where would we go?" He tried to sound disinterested at the idea, but staying in his house every time Sebastian would visit did seem like it was getting boring.

"I don't know," Sebastian covered a yawn with one hand as the other stretched toward the air above him. He fell backwards and placed both hands under his head, staring into the ceilings and then suddenly closing his eyes. "We can go out to the Lima Bean."

"It's too hot for coffee."

"That's alright, their coffee sucks anyways. We can go out to the beach."

"It's too crowded."

"Yeah, it's not like there's much to do with a whole lot of sand and unfit people in bikinis anyways. We can just go out and get lost together."

"What would your fiancé think?"

Sebastian opened one eye immediately hearing the mention of his fiancé. He gave a groan as he shifted on the bed once more, slightly dragging the covers with him, as he moved to lay on his side, head propped up with one hand to face Karofsky. "Who cares what she thinks?"

Karofky put his cell phone in his jean pocket and span the chair to face Sebastian as well. "You should"

"Why?"

"Because," Karofsky stood up from his chair and began to walk towards the door. "I'm pretty sure this is the longest relationship you've ever had—forced or not."

Sebastian scoffed at what the other said. But before he could say any sort of retort, Karofsky was already out of the door. "Wait, Dave," Sebastian stood up from the bed, not caring about the no longer neatly folded sheets, and rushed to the door. "Where are you going?"

"Out." Karofsky continued to walk down the stairs and dangled a pair of keys in the air for Sebastian to see. "I'll drive."

Without any argument, Sebastian followed. The two left through the front door after Karofsky quickly informed his dad that they were leaving. Parked in front of the house's driveway obediently was Jefferson in the Smythe Landaulet. Sebastian gave him a quick order to go out for a drive, have fun, and, although Sebastian knew that Jefferson wasn't actually the type to exactly go out and watch a movie, he knew that he would follow the direction to pick him up whenever he told him to. After Jefferson drove away, Sebastian climbed into the passenger seat of Karofsky's truck and buckled up.

At an instant, Sebastian began to fiddle with the radio to find a station he enjoyed. Karofsky backed out of the driveway and started to drive to some destination that Sebastian didn't even bother questioning about.

It wasn't until Karofsky's suicide attempt and after Glee Club Regional's when Sebastian began to visit Karofsky. Of course it was awkward at first, once being lurkers at Scandal's who shared an unfavorable encounter, but now they were much closer, now they were able to turn to the other for someone to talk to and listen to in exchange. They were so close now that even when Sebastian found a station playing Marvin Gaye's Let's Get It On and began loudly singing along and getting a little too into the song, Karofsky would only laugh and manage to keep driving and actually would feel happy knowing that someone was comfortable enough to act so embarrassing around him.

Karofsky tried to keep his eyes on the road. "I'm surprised that you don't seem to be so opposed to this whole… arranged marriage thing. I know I would be if I didn't like the other person."

"Giving yourself to me can never be wrong if love is true," Sebastian continued singing along to the song, slightly irritating Karofsky who wanted to have another conversation.

"But, I guess love is kinda complicated to talk about…" The football player continued anyways. "I mean, look how my life turned out…"

"Don't you know how sweet and wonderful life can be…"

"… Sebastian. Seriously. Do I have to ask for you to have a normal conversation with me?"

"I'm asking you, baby, to get it on with me…"

"If you don't stop, I'm going to stop the car."

"I ain't gonna worry…"

"If you keep pushing my buttons, I'll push you out of the car."

"I ain't gonna push, won't push, you, baby…"

"Stop it already, Sebastian. Come on, already."

"So c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, baby…"

"Sebastian..."

"Stop beating around the bush…"

"Sebas—"

"Let's get it—"

Karofsky took one hand off the wheel and turned off the radio, causing Sebastian to stop singing with the song. At first Sebastian could only stare at his friend with wide eyes, but his surprise soon after turned into laughter. Karofsky couldn't help but start laughing as well whenever he heard Sebastian laughing.

"Sorry," Sebastian tried his best to stop laughing, but the wide smile on his face showed how amused he was. "I just really like that song."

"I can tell."

Karofsky turned around the corner and Sebastian saw where they were headed. Sebastian raised his eyebrows at Karofsky with a sudden expression of aghast. "Really?" Sebastian asked, the amusement in his voice now gone. "I say that we should go out and you take us to a bowling alley."

"Come on," Karofsky entered his truck into the parking lot and smoothly stopped the car between two others. "It's fun—we'll have fun."

"Huh. Right." Sebastian had those moments where he would turn into a slight diva when he didn't get what he wanted, but Karofsky grew to find it endearing. At least it was a way for him to understand what Sebastian liked and didn't like, instead of getting the usual proper image that would accept anything offered to him like when Karofsky's seen Sebastian act in front of his father. It was somewhat entertaining to see Sebastian act defiant in such an immature way. "You can go ahead and stick your fingers in dirty holes and I'll stay in here with good old Marvin."

Sebastian immediately turned the radio back on and when he found out that Let's Get it On was already over, returned to his game of finding a station he wanted.

Karofsky unbuckled his seat belt. "What do you have against bowling? Did you get all your balls stuck in the gutter last time or what?"

Sebastian couldn't help but look back at Karofsky and laugh at that remark. He had to admit, Karofsky knew what to say to get his attention.

Just as Sebastian remained focused on switching through the radio stations, Karofsky decided to remain in his seat. There was no point of him leaving to go bowling by himself when his original intention was for the two to play together.

They sat in silence with only the sound of classical music playing, and then being cut off to the sound of a narrator reading a story about some slave story (which, they were both surprised at because they both didn't know there were stations like that still around today), and then changing into the heavy beats of some remixed song that would play at cheap clubs. Sebastian stopped changing stations once he found one blasting the sound of a mariachi band and Spanish lyrics.

Obviously unknowledgeable of the entire song, Sebastian resorted to dancing in his seat since he didn't know how to sing along. He suddenly said, "This is going to be the song playing when Sugar's walking down the aisle."

Karofsky couldn't help but laugh just imagining Sebastian having a wedding like that.

"Yup," Sebastian began to roll down the passenger seat window and Karofsky was already trying to hide his face away in embarrassment. "I'll probably have Mike Chang be one of my best men because I don't know who else to pick. I'll just stare at him or something and he'll stare at me back. You can be one of my best men, too, Dave. But I just don't know how you're going to wear a tux when you're going to have to be wearing a large sombrero and singing to… this."

Sebastian raised the volume on the radio, muting out the loud laughter coming out of Karofsky by now. Karofsky was turning red from laughing too hard, but Sebastian still continued embarrassingly swaying left to right and swinging his arms around in a jokingly manner. Sebastian started yelling out whatever Spanish words he knew to the tune of the song, "Tacos" and "Puto" and "El Pollo Loco", until he realized how familiar the car parked in front of Karofsky's truck looked like…

It was a Landaulet Maybach 62.

Eyes widened and frozen in place, Sebastian stopped dancing and had his mouth dropped open. Karofsky stopped laughing when he noticed his friend's limbs no longer flailing around the place, and looked at the direction that he was looking at, unclear of what was going on.

Sebastian stopped the radio, no longer having the unknown Spanish song playing, unbuckled his seat, and stepped right out of the car. He marched his way to the driver's window on the Landaulet and began knocking on it rapidly, uncaring towards the marks he was leaving on it. Instead of the driver's side window rolling down, the window in the backseat began to roll down. Sebastian walked to the opening and kept his balled fists to his side. "What do you think you're doing? You shouldn't follow me—"

His words were cut off when he found out who it was inside. It was the small, thin girl dressed in a bright mash-up of colors and prints and large sunglasses covering her eyes in order to emphasize the important of keeping her identity hidden as though she was a celebrity. To Sebastian, she was far from one.

"It's alright," her high-pitched voice tried to sound soothing as she used one hand to begin shooing Sebastian away. "You two look like you're having fun. You can continue."

"Sugar," Sebastian could feel himself trying to calm down as his words were escaping between clenched teeth. "What are you doing here?"

Sugar looked left and right as though there were people trying to listen in, although they were obviously the only ones in a parking lot full of cars. "I just needed to… Tell you something."

"Tell me it now."

"No, you keep having fun. I can tell you later."

"If you can tell me later, why did you have to come to me now?"

"Becaaaaaaause…" Behind her sunglasses, Sebastian could see the Sugar's eyes rolled around looking for an answer in her usual manner. Her voice dropped in a secretive whisper. "It's kind of important."

Sebastian released a long sigh. He didn't want to argue, especially when he was having so much fun acting ridiculous earlier. The only reason why he was so frustrated was because he was afraid that someone saw how embarrassing he was acting. Something inside of him was glad that it was only Jefferson, who Sebastian knew would keep quiet and take everything to the grave, and Sugar. Something inside of him just made him believe and trust Sugar already.

"Wait here."

He walked away from his family car and towards Karofsky's, going beside the driver window and knocking on it for Karofsky to roll it down. "Hey…" Sebastian felt in his voice that he sounded more disappointed than he accounted for. "I actually got to go now… Sorry."

Karofsky pressed his lips together, but then just shrugged his shoulders with a sigh. "It's getting late anyways."

"Yeah…" Sebastian didn't even notice that the sun was setting already. "I'll go bowling with you some other time."

"We don't have to," Karofsky said as he buckled his seatbelt back on. "… If you don't want to. But, really, it's alright. When the wife calls, you got to go."

They shared one last piece of laughter together, although this one wasn't as joyous as the ones earlier, and then Sebastian watched as Karofsky began to back out of the parking spot. He made sure that his truck had left the entire parking lot and began driving away before Sebastian returned to the other vehicle.

Jefferson left the driver's seat to open the back door for Sebastian, and then closed the door behind him once he was inside. Once Sebastian sat down in the seat left side and buckled in, Jefferson returned behind the wheel and began to back out of their parking spot as well.

Sugar was sitting in the seat on the other side of the back, next to the other window with the middle seat separating her and Sebastian as usual. She took off her sunglasses and had a goofy smile sprawled across her face.

Sebastian noticed the expression from the corner of his eye and could only raise an eyebrow in her direction. "What?"

"You two are so cute," she squealed, a series of giggles following after.

He tried not to smile back, causing himself to purse his lips and look the other direction. But after a momentary time of trying to hold it back, Sebastian couldn't help but smile as well. "How much did you see?"

"All of it."

The two began to laugh at loud, remembering what the sight of a Spanish-speaking Sebastian looked like. Although there was no command, Jefferson rolled up the window that separated him with the two in the back. Both Sebastian and Sugar were sure that he just didn't want them to see him break his serious demeanor and laugh at Sebastian as well.

After their time of laughter, Sebastian remembered why he was in the car in the first place and asked what it was that Sugar needed to tell him.

"Oh yeah," Sugar had to cough a little to get all the laughter out of her. "I'm going to Ireland a little so I can visit Rory."

Sebastian said a small "oh" after her explanation, but he quickly turned to face her with a confounded expression. "That's it?"

"Yup."

He turned to face forward in his seat again, and pressed his back against the white leather. He left his friend to find out that his fiancé was going to cross oceans in order to reunite with her high school sweet heart. That was really important.

Both of them continued to sit in silence for the rest of the car ride, unknowing of what to say now that everything that they both thought was funny was already laughed at. Sebastian was scrolling through updates on his cell phone while Sugar stared out the window beside her.

"The stars look pretty tonight… Like me."

Sebastian stopped looking at his cell phone and stared at Sugar, a look of amazement toward how self-absorbed she was could be read on his face. But Sugar didn't notice that he was even looking at her. She was too mesmerized by the night sky transforming above them as her eyes began to glitter with the stars gradually appearing in small groups.

He then also looked out the window beside him, wanting to see what was so amazing about the stars that Sugar saw. Sebastian was never one to gaze at the sky or any sort of nature and understand the beauty in it, but perhaps if he was like Sugar and imagined nature to be like her and agreed with Sugar's self-praise of her being beautiful, then maybe he would also think that the stars did look pretty that night.

Sebastian tapped Sugar on the shoulder to get her to stop pressing her face against the window. She looked back at him as he pointed for her to look up, and then pressed a button to allow the back seat sun roof to begin rolling backward. The night sky began to unveil itself, its dark blanket being highlighted with different shapes of the Big Dipper and Orion…

Sugar shivered in her seat as the cold air began to brush against their faces as Jefferson continued to speed through the streets. Sebastian noticed and patted the middle seat that separated the two of them. "Sit here."

She at first seemed reluctant to, but she decided that her face was getting too cold to care. As Jefferson began to halt in front of a stop light, Sugar quickly unbuckled herself and smoothly moved a seat over, her fingers fumbling as she buckled herself back in. Sebastian, slowly, put an arm around her. She wanted to make a comment at first about how close he was to her at that moment, but Jefferson began to accelerate when the light turned green, causing the wind the blow against the two once more. Sugar shifted in her seat a little to rest her head on Sebastian comfortably.

"It's so pretty."

They continued to stare up at the sky above them and the stars that twinkled above. The summer night air was warm, but they would only feel that warmth whenever Jefferson would bring the car to a stop, which rarely happened on the rest of the way back. Sebastian swore that Jefferson purposely picked a route back that would forever have the car moving at a speed that would keep the two like that.

Sugar was still looking above her, but she could feel her eyelids beginning to droop down. "Hey, Sebastian?"

"Yeah."

"You were part of the singing people at your school, right?"

"Yeah."

"Sing something."

Sebastian wasn't sure the reason for the sudden command, but he decided that it would be better to actually follow along with it instead of ruining a moment when he and Sugar weren't on opposing ends. He closed his eyes to think of a song, any song, to sing to her. "If I fell in love with you, would you promise to be true…"

He opened his eyes, realizing what he was singing. Was it a Freudian slip? Whatever it was, Sugar didn't move from her position and Sebastian was glad that she didn't seem to have any reaction to it. He could feel her slowly breathing as the clean smell of her hair shampoo began to mix with the summer air. "And help me understand…"

"'Cause I've been in love before and I've found that love is more…" Sebastian was singing along at a much slower pace than the original song, much like the cover Adam Levine did with Maroon 5. The song had always been one he'd hum to, but it wasn't until now he was actually beginning to understand the lyrics. "Than just holding hands…"

Sugar moved in her seat, but only so that she could adjust herself once more and not sit in a position that would cramp her neck. She grabbed Sebastian's arm to still wrap around her though, like a blanket. "If I gave my heart to you, I must be sure from the very start…" Jefferson turned right, causing Sugar to press closer to Sebastian. "That you would love me more than her…"

"If I trust in you, oh please, don't run and hide…" The car was passing by large houses that both Sebastian and Sugar knew meant that they were near Sugar's house. "If I love you, too, oh please…"

Jefferson drove into the driveway and was coming to a slow stop in front of Sugar's house.

"Don't hurt my pride like her…"

The two remained as they were for a while, even though the car had been parked and the song had ended for a while now. Jefferson was still sitting in the driver's seat, although with a window still separating him from the two young adults, he could somehow sense that they didn't want to leave yet.

Sugar took Sebastian's arm off from around her, surprising him, and sat up straight from her seat. She had her body turned towards Sebastian with their knees now touching.

"I hope you fall in love with someone good, Sebastian."

Sebastian, unsure of how to react, only stared back at her. He pressed the button to function the sunroof to roll back up, causing the night sky above them to return millions and millions of miles away back into the air.

"I'm being serious," Sugar's high voice was speaking softer, causing all of the squeaks in it to quiet down as well. "Whoever you fall in love with will be the luckiest person ever."

Before they knew it, the car door on Sugar's right side was opened. Sebastian couldn't thank Jefferson any more for his always perfect timing.

Sugar took her sunglasses and purse and began to leave the vehicle. But right before Jefferson could close the door behind her, Sebastian took off his seatbelt and scooted to the seat at the other end.

"Sugar, wait."

Jefferson stopped before he could close the door and Sugar turned on her heels. Both her and Sebastian held eye contact, her thin silhouette completely visible as the bright lights from her house began to illuminate behind her in contrast to the darkening sky.

"Sugar."

Sebastian chewed the bottom of his lip as Sugar patiently waited for the words to escape his mouth. He knew what he wanted to say, but he instead gulped those words down his throat.

"Have fun in Ireland."

Even after that short phrase, Sugar continued to stare at Sebastian, almost as though she knew that that wasn't what he was going to say and that he was going to say something else. But instead, he stared back at her, lips pressed together and sealed from saying anymore. The truth was that he was afraid of saying more.

Sugar somehow understood that and returned the favor by not pressuring him to say anymore.

"You don't have too much fun while I'm gone," she teasingly wagged a finger at him. "I don't want to come back and end up marrying some guy who took a plane to Vegas and ended up marrying four other people by a minister that looks like Elvis, okay?"

She span on her heels and continued to walk toward her front door.

From inside the car, Sebastian could still see her silhouette moving in the bubbly manner that he had only associated with Sugar. Jefferson closed the door and returned to the driver's seat.

Everything seemed to close with the dark curtain that the starry skies tried to hold onto for so long.