A/N: I am waiting for a meteor shower so that will be the theme for all four of my fan fictions… In addition, the extreme cold because I am sitting up in bed looking out at the sky with my window wide open freezing my ass off. Hope you all enjoy it.

Listening to- Stay by: Sugarland, if you have heard this song before than you know how well this song goes with this chapter.

Disclaimer: Do not own Dead Like Me… The movie, the show, or the comic book…

I snuggled in one of the chairs on my porch with a quilt wrapped tight around me as I watched the beautiful lights flash by me. Each one was different then the last and each one I made a different wish. Sure, some of the wishes were similar, but you could never call them the same.

"Just one day… One more day alive…With my family"

"Mason happy with…" I could not ever finish that one and that was my last wish. I closed my eyes and held onto the hopes that one of my wishes could come true. It was childish of me, but sometimes when you are desperate, you have to revert back to the familiar.

"George, sweetie its freezing why don't you come in already." Daisy called out to me through the window.

"Coming…" after she left I looked up at the sky one last time and at that exact moment the brightest meteor fell from the sky and I said, "With me."

When I finally came back in, I noticed that Mason was still awake as well. I tried to put the incident in the restroom at the Der Waffle House out of my mind, but I could not do it.

"Drink with us Georgie. It's your favorite, Patron Silver." I smiled and plopped down on one of the chairs across from him and Daisy.

"Fill her up!" I said as I finished gulping down my first, second, third shot glass.

Mason could hold his liquor a better than me, but he was starting to feel it after eight shots. As for Daisy, she was still working on her first glass of white wine.

"Come on Daisy! Take a shot!" I said as I moved across the room to sit in between her and Mason. "Just one" I held out the shot Mason had just poured me.

"No Georgia!" I had not been expecting that answer as she slammed down her glass nearly breaking it and storming off to her room.

I shrugged and down another shot, but when I held out my glass for another Mason was more busy staring after Daisy.

"Go on Mason I know you are worried about her." I said as I shoved him off the couch and took the half-full bottle away from him.

He did and suddenly the small shot glass in my hand did not seem big enough. The bottle was adequate size so I leaned back and started chugging the bottle.

That is when my fingers began to tingle as they usually did when I was shit faced drunk. It was an odd, but amazing sensation that I did not get to enjoy enough. My eyelids became heavy, but I was not tired.

When I finished the bottle and Mason still had not returned I through the bottle into the fireplace and headed back outside to my stars. There were no longer any falling stars, but the coldness did not seem to bother me as much anymore.

I walked out into the lawn and spun around and around wanting something to change anything, but I knew nothing would so I gave up. I fell to the ground and watched the sky spin around and suddenly I felt comforted because though I might want the world to change I would never ask for the sky to. The vast sky connects each and every soul out there even for just a brief moment and it was beautiful in its own way. Even when I was alive, I found the idea of staring up at the stars while millions of others did in the world at the exact same time intoxicating.

"Beautiful isn't it?" I looked up and saw Mason standing over me.

"I guess. I hope Daisy isn't too upset."

"No she's fine." He said as he lay down beside me.

I moved closer to him so I was resting my head against his chest that I had often found… comforting just like the night sky. He brushed my hair out of my face and wrapped his arm around my shoulder.

"You aren't cold?"

"No I'm fine."

"I saw you finished the bottle." I nodded and snuggled in closer.

I yawned and as I let my eyes closed, I asked the question that had been bothering me for some time.

"Do you love her?"

"Who?" Mason asked as he pulled me closer to his warm body.

"Daisy." I yawned again as I uttered the words.

"Not sure."

"Alright." As I let sleep come over me I heard the words I love you, but I could not tell if it was my voice, Mason's voice, or if it was just all in my head.

A/N: Short chapter, but I did not want to ruin it because I am very happy with this chapter for some reason. Therefore, I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I did.