This chapter was kind of short, so sorry, guys D: The next one will probably be a little longer! :D

It's been a while since I've written. A month, I think. Matthew is still here, which is good, but I've been feeling a little... strange about him being here. It's not that he's annoying or anything, or getting into trouble, it's just... I don't know.

First of all, he's kind of upset. His Forget-Me-Nots aren't growing as quickly as he wanted to. I offered to help, but he said he wanted to do it himself. He got so excited when the first few seedlings appeared, and he kept telling me every little detail about them. It was sort of cute, kind of like how a child describes a trip they took, but they add all of this unnecessary detail. If I remember correctly, Matthew's descriptions were usually something like...

"Alfred, Alfred, the babies are growing! They're so magnificent and green! But I am worried, I saw a strange bug the other day, and he was eating the leaf. I told the bug to go away, but it wouldn't listen, Alfred! I don't know what to do, the creature seemed so hungry!"

I learned later on it was just a ladybird, and it wasn't even eating the leaf. I had to explain to him the different types of bugs, and which ones helped the plants grow. He seemed so confused, but he understood it eventually. I think, though, he didn't realize bugs only helped plants grow, because one night he snuck a large, fat caterpillar into my bed, placing it on my face for me to wake up.

I freaked out, of course, and Matthew got hurt because he thought I was angry at him, even though I kind of was. I tried to make him apologize, but he just wouldn't budge. I never thought a star could -or would- be so stubborn, but he definitely wasn't moving. He told me I should apologize instead, for not accepting his gift to help me grow. When I realized that was what it was all about, I laughed. Matthew was surprised to see me laugh, but he laughed too, and he became really happy. He hugged me afterwards, among other things, and he said that he wanted me to grow into a beautiful and free star like he was. I just agreed with him, even though I know I'm not a star.

But his mood became worse and worse as the days went by, and his flowers had yet to bloom. I told him it would take a while, mostly because they were his first plant, and it seemed to console him for a little while, but it wasn't enough. He would just sit by the window facing the corn fields with this frown and these saddened eyes, and I knew I had to do something to cheer him up.

"Hey, Mattie..." I called out one day, getting his somewhat hazy attention, "Did you know that flowers don't breathe oxygen?"

"Huh?"

"Yeah, unlike humans, flowers breath carbon dioxide, and they exhale oxygen for us." I explained, sitting beside him, against the wall by the window. He looked down at me with a confused expression, so I had to explain what I was trying to say.

"Do you breathe oxygen, Mattie?" I questioned, and Matthew looked surprised. He brought a hand up to his lips and huffed a few times before he turned back to me and nodded.

"I do. I breathe oxygen, too." He said with a light, but not entirely happy tone.

"Well, they say if you talk to the flowers and breathe on them and stuff, they'll be well-fed and grow faster." I informed, and Matthew got this sparkle in his eye that I realized I had been missing ever since he became down.

"Really?" He gasped, and I nodded as an answer. The corners of his lips pulled upwards, then he hopped off his chair and bolted outside, finding his way through my corn and towards his circular patch of seedlings. When he arrived, he laid down on his stomach right along the edge, and he began talking to them. I had followed him outside to hear what he would say.

At first it started out as soft, sweet babble, kind of like when you meet someone for the first time and don't really know what to say. It was a little childish, but cute nonetheless.

"Hello, seedling one!" He would greet happily, then turn to the next one, "And hello, seedling two! Oh, I should name you all! Wouldn't that be brilliant? How many are there? One, two, three, four..."

As he counted, I sat down beside him in the dirt, looking down at his rather thin body. After living with him for some time, I realized two things. One, was that there was one piece of hair that he had in his never-ending sea of curls that stuck out. It still flowed a little, but it just wouldn't stay with the rest of him. It had just started growing, actually. I noticed it after we planted the Forget-Me-Nots. He didn't seem to notice or care.

The second thing I noticed was how different his body was compared to mine. I know he had originally stolen my own body, but after we had gone to the town a few times, I think he realized humans have different body structures. The more we visited the town, the more original he became. He slimmed down a lot, mostly around his tummy. He was pretty skinny now, and I felt a little jealous. It's not that I'm overweight or unhealthy or anything, I just have a somewhat thick layer of puppy fat that seems to enjoy the space around my gut. I don't really understand it, I mean, I plow the farm and harvest and walk pretty much every day, and I'm still chubby.

Must be that Cap'n Crunch...

Back to Matthew, he slimmed down so much, he started looking quite... appealing in the shorts we bought him. His legs were magnificent and flawless, and on more than one occasion, I found myself wishing to touch them. Once again, Matthew didn't seem to notice or care. I thought I was being foolish at first. Who would ever want to look at someone like that, anyway? Mostly someone of the same gender...

But then I remembered that lecture Matthew gave me about homosexual relationships being perfectly normal and a part of life. I had to rethink my morals.

Before I forget, I had asked Matthew about that sock issue he has. The one where he just refuses to wear such things. He seemed confused at first, like always, then he gave me this long "oooooooh..." while he nodded.

"I don't want to wear them." He told me before turning back to watering his Forget-Me-Nots.

"Yeah, I know that. What I'm asking is, why? I mean, you wear shoes when we go to town. It's like the same thing." I said with a shrug, and Matthew laughed.

"Shoes protect my feet. Socks simply encase them." Matthew explained with this 'I-know-more-than-you-do' voice.

"I still don't get why you don't wear them." I mumbled, and he put down his watering can and faced me.

"Your body is sacred, Alfred." He said, shocking me to a whole new level of confusion and slight embarrassment, "Every living creature is." He added, calming me down immensely.

"I wear clothing because it protects my body from the harsh sun and the strong winds, and also because the beings on Earth are shy of their and other people's figures. I wear shoes to protect my feet from these roads and cement you have laid upon your mother. I will not wear socks, however, because instead of protecting my feet like shoes have, they simply wrap around me uselessly, trapping all of my energy inside of me. It's good to give energy back to the Earth, Alfred."

I stared at him, even more confused than before. He just smiled back at me before turning back to his flowers.

"So... you don't wear socks because they make your feet warm?" I attempted, and Matthew slumped over a little, obviously upset that I didn't understand him. He looked at me again and smiled, and I felt a little ashamed that I couldn't follow him. He put a hand on my shoulder, squeezing it lightly.

"I think you will understand one day." He said before turning towards the house and walking back with the watering can. I watched him go, then I turned back to the Forget-Me-Nots and sighed. I hated how he made me feel stupid, even though he's the visitor here. But, to be honest, I kind of liked having him try to teach me about all of that stuff. Even if it barely made sense.

Not too long ago, though, his mood went south again. His Forget-Me-Nots still haven't bloomed, and he's starting to lose hope. He's still acting this way, too.

Right now, he's outside in the field, laying right next to his flowers and just staring at them. I've never seen anyone this depressed before.
I decided to try and do something about it a week ago, and I tried adding nourishment to the soil the flowers had been planted in, but they still didn't bloom. I tried adding minerals and fertilizer and even some fish I had planned on making that night. I heard about the fish thing from a young girl from town. She said the pilgrims were taught it by the Indians or whatever.

But still, nothing worked. So instead, yesterday, I went into town while Matthew was outside, and I got him a large bouquet of Forget-Me-Nots. You should have seen the botanist's face when I told her it was for the boy who was living with me. After I got the bouquet, I decided to hold off on giving it to him until he was outside like this. Alright, I'm going to give him the flowers. I'll write his reaction later...

Okay...

So, something weird happened...

I'm not too sure if it's a good or a bad thing, but...

Um.

I gave the flowers to Matthew, and the first thing he did was cry. I thought for a minute, "Oh, crap, I did something wrong, didn't I?"

Before I could apologize, however, he threw his arms around me and kissed me again. It wasn't like that 'I'm trying to learn English' kiss, though. It was a deep, passionate, and somewhat wet kiss. When he pulled away from me, he still wouldn't stop crying, and he took the bouquet and held it to his chest.

"I'm... sorry?" I attempted, and he laughed at me between sobs. He shook his head, still cradling the flowers, and he said:

"Don't be sorry. I love it. Thank you so, so much..."

I nodded, and he smiled more.

"These are so beautiful, Alfred. These are Forget-Me-Nots?" He asked, and I nodded. He smiled more and took in a deep breath of their fragrance, then he took my hand and squeezed it a few times, "I am so happy."

"Good... I'm glad..." I mumbled, and he laughed more. He led me back into the house, and I showed him how to keep clipped flowers alive by submerging the stems in water. I added a little nourishment to the water and mixed it around. Matthew paid attention the entire time, staring into the glass vase with interest.

"Alfred?" He called out as I slipped the flowers into the water, fluffing them up a bit so they looked lively and beautiful.

"Yeah, what is it?" I replied, and he turned his attention to me instead of the vase.

"I love you so much." He said with a smile, and I felt a tingle buzz through my fingertips and my cheeks.

"I love you too. Like I love the flowers, right?" I said, and he smiled a little, then shook his head.

"No, I love you a lot." He said, and that tingle turned into a gentle hum. My cheeks felt a little warm.

"... Like you love-"

"Nothing. I don't love anything as much as I love you right now." He interrupted me, and I had to turn my head away from him to hide the growing blush.

"Don't say that... We don't say things like that down here..."

"Doesn't mean you can't start." He pointed out, and I glanced at him from over my shoulder.

"Where do you want these?" I changed the topic, lifting up the vase of flowers for him to instruct me. He stared at me silently for a minute, then he walked up the stairs, beckoning for me to follow him, which I did. He brought me to my bedroom where we both slept, and he made me put the flowers on the nightstand closest to him. After I put the flowers down, I turned towards Matthew, who was smiling this huge, heartfelt smile, and I felt this strange thumping in my chest. I knew it was my heart, but I didn't want to admit it at first. Not until Matthew looked back at me and smiled even wider.

"Alfred, I'm so happy. You made me happy. I want to make you happy too." He said, and I realized what was happening. Matthew did nothing but talk, and it somehow flicked every switch I had. I put a hand on his cheek, and he smiled more and tilted his head into my palm, holding it there with his own warm hand. I started touching more of him. His lips, that were similar to mine, but a little bigger along the bottom. His cheeks that became hollower than before. His chin that was slightly pointier, slightly smaller than my own. He had really become a beautiful person, Matthew...

He enjoyed every caress, every rub. He breathed lightly against my fingers, eyes falling halfway. My hand went lower, fingertips following a small, pulsing vein on his neck.

"Alfred..." He breathed, and I lost it. I coaxed him onto the bed, laying him down on his back and running my hands up his Necco Wafers shirt, bunching it around his armpits so I could kiss and rub his chest. He shivered beneath me, panting for me to continue, which I gladly did. We stripped each other of our clothing, mouths meeting every once in a while to mingle, tongue flirting with one another.

When we were both bare, I began my search all over him, hands running and tongue skirting. Sometimes I would nibble, too, getting light giggles from the boy beneath me.

I got a little hasty, though, and I started sucking him off. He whined and moaned and twitched upwards, wanting more, but unsure if this was okay.

"Al... Alfred... what are you doing to me...?" He panted, his fingers tangling in my hair as I begun to bob my head. I pulled away from him only to reply with a soft, "I'm making you feel good. I'm making us feel good..."

And Matthew let me make him feel good. He whined softly when I entered him, of course, but I knew it hurt. He was good about it, though, and soon enough, I was rocking in and out of him, awarded with moans and grunts that mimicked my own. His nails dug into my back the faster we got and my mouth joined with his, our breaths combining into one hot, passionate steam. Every part of him, inside and out, was becoming a part of me, and vice versa.
His arms wrapped around my neck, pulling me closer to him, and I moved my arms around his waist, pulling his body flush against mine. Our lips parted so we could gasp in each other's ears, his voice quivering in delight as he panted out, "It's too good, Alfred... It's too good..."

I stroked his hair slowly, hips still moving, and I kissed his forehead gently. He whined softly, head tilting upwards, begging me for another lip-to-lip connection. He was so beautiful like this, sweaty, pleasured, needy... I couldn't help myself, and I indulged in him. I kissed him once more, but it was only for a second. We were lacking oxygen, and so our lips hovered over each others and we panted against one another, moans being greedily absorbed.

His cries grew louder, and the only thing I could think was, 'not yet. I don't want to finish just yet.' I felt it too, though, rising in the base of my abdomen. My grip tightened in his hair and his chest pressed against mine, thin legs pulling my hips close as I worked him. He whined in my ear, nails digging into my back as he finished, pulling me with him into the climax of our intercourse.

After coming down from the numbing high, I pulled out of him and collapsed beside him, the both of us panting in unison for our breaths. He fell asleep almost instantly, and I was left to look over him. I noticed that curl, it seemed to have grown. It kind of looked like a tall 'J' hugging his cheek, and I tried to brush it away. It wouldn't stay, though, so I left it there.

God, this was so explicit... I should probably tear out this page and burn it... I don't want Arthur reading this. Hell no.
You know how I said I was a decent man a few pages back? Well, strike that out of ways to describe me. I'm nothing but a monster. I slept with a star. I actually fornicated with a star, a creature that I thought of as a higher being! A creature my grandfather, my Papa, preached so heartily about, as if he were in love with them! I ruined a star!

But... my God... He's just so beautiful...

I mean... looking at him now... I... I just want to kiss him over and over...

Is this love, though? Or is it just lust? I really can't tell right now.

Whatever this is, I think I

oh fuck the power went out. I think another storm is brewing. Yeah I hear the rain. I bet this line is going to be all sideways. I guess I'll go to sleep now. Mattie looks peaceful, and he's kind of like a night light. A warm night light... His lips still taste so nice...

Alfred F Jones