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"Are we there yet?" James asks for the tenth time that night, trying hard not to whine like an annoying school girl, while the asked question has been going on and off in his mind for the millionth time. James struggles to fling mud off of his expensive jeans as he silently groans about the muddy water sinking into his expensive shoes. Where in the world is Logan taking him? Can't it be somewhere nice and clean?
Just earlier in the night, Logan had asked him to follow him to his car, and at that moment, James had thought maybe they were heading to the movies. At least, that is where everyone goes on their first date right? However, James finds himself heading towards the university campus located several blocks away, Logan's car speeding up the windy road that leads into the mountains, stopping at a random area on the side of the road. James hesitates to get out of the car, seeing that the area is deserted and it is pitch dark all around, but when Logan flashed him a reassuring smile, he gave in and followed. Oh, how wrong his choice had been.
Now after what seems like fifteen, thirty or maybe an hour of walking, James has encountered several hits to the head by merciless pinecones, stepped in several puddles of mud, and scraped at least five different cuts into his arms by the bushes that he had to push away in order to follow Logan. Not to mention the cruelty of the trees, oh those devil things, their branches just won't stop ruining his perfect hair, the twigs intertwining with his hair like a cat tangled up in a string of wool. All he can do is try to pull them out whenever his hands can feel them, while his fingers runs through his hair to keep the tousled strands in place. He can't even imagine and refuse to imagine how he looks like right now. God, where is my mirror?
"We're here!" Logan shouts a couple steps in front of him, and James stops to sigh in relief.
"We're here," James breathes as he quickens his step, finally ignoring his image, and focusing on what Logan wants to show him instead. Once James emerges from the last bush in his way, Logan grabs his left hand and tugs him to the spot he had been standing earlier. James looks around him, a small field that's only several square metres wide. A layer of tiny white flowers blossoms over the grassy field, and in the middle of it is a nice looking red blanket enough for two to sit on.
Logan gestures James towards the blanket, asking him to sit down beside him, and they wiggle around until they are both comfortable. When James finally finds the position he likes best, cross leg with his arms on either side of him and his back slightly leaning backwards, he sees the most amazing view ever. There in front of him is the view of the city, the town that he grew up in. The dark night sky covered the top half of the view, the stars twinkling in certain spots, some brighter than the others. The bottom half looks irregular, consisting of tall and short buildings, some of them lit with office lights, while others are dim. He can see the green patches of the park, the big bulletin signs of cosmetics, the cars the size of ants, and circles of streetlights.
"It's beautiful isn't it?" Logan asks, smiling when he sees James' mouth opening in awe.
"It's incredible, and quiet too. How did you know about this place?"
"I found it when I was studying to be a doctor at the university up ahead. This is where I go to when I feel lost, or unable to concentrate on whatever I need to pay attention to."
"You wanted to be a doctor? But you're not… I mean, you make coffee now. I mean…"
"Yeah, I wanted to be a doctor, but once I found out papa wasn't doing very well, I took up the job and learned to become a barista. I actually went here when he passed away."
"I'm so sorry to hear that."
"It's okay, I'm good, and glad that I'm a barista."
"I'm glad that you are too," James smiles looking at Logan, and Logan blushes when their eyes meet. Logan looks down on the blanket, his hand scratching his chin as he thinks of what to say next.
"So, how do you feel?"
"The place? It feels nice, quiet, a little creepy because I'm sure we are in the middle of the forest, but nice."
"Ah, no. I mean you're writing."
"Oh, that."
"Yeah, that."
"Um, give me a minute," and James closes his eyes, his teeth biting into his lower lip as he concentrates on thinking. Logan sees James' face scrunch up in a frown and then relaxing into its former way before his hazel eyes open and staring back at him.
"Anything?" Logan asks, hoping the tranquil environment and the beauty of the view can at least trigger a word out of James.
"Nothing."
"Oh," Logan shoulders slump down, his head hanging slightly. This place didn't help him like I hoped it did. What should I do now?
"Hey, finding inspiration takes time, it's not something that just comes when you hope it will," James says, comforting Logan.
"I know, I just thought this place will help you clear your mind, think of something to write about."
"It did, not in the sense of writing, but it did clear my mind. I haven't been this relaxed for a long time," James responds before lying down on the blanket.
"There sure are a lot of stars here. I wonder why I've never seen them before," James points into the clear night sky, the moon shining directly above them.
"That's because you live in the city, the lights from the buildings and streets are brighter compared to the stars in the sky. That's why I didn't even bring a flashlight along because up here, the stars and the moon is enough to light up the whole place."
"Ah, that's why I can still see you even though it's night time."
"Yup, and I can see you too, if you can just move a little closer to the left so the moon can shine on you… wow," Logan says as he tilts James slight to James' left. Before, the moon only shone half of James' face, silhouetting his features, but now that Logan has changed his position, James leaning slightly on his left, the moon shines brilliantly on him. James' dark hair shine streaks of light brown, while his tan skin look smooth and golden like honey. His hazel eyes sparkle under his long lashes, his cheeks and lips slightly red from the cold breeze. Altogether has taken Logan's breath away.
"Is there something wrong? Oh, my face is dirty isn't it? Oh, don't look at me; I must look like a mess!"
"No, you look fine! It's just, you look beautiful under the moonlight," Logan mumbles, lying down on his back, so James doesn't see him blush. His eyes look everywhere until they land on the sky, his heart racing. He can't believe he just said that, and so does James, because James is already sitting up and using his hands to run through his hair as he tries to tame the blush forming on his cheeks.
"Oh look, I can see Deneb," Logan suddenly says, his finger pointing to a bright star above him. Maybe a chat about stars will make things better. Maybe he can write about the stars!
"Deneb?" James asks and stops brushing his hair.
"Deneb, the brightest star on the Northern Cross."
"Where?" James asks again and squint his eyes to see which one Logan is looking at. Logan chuckles when he sees James looking at the moon.
"Here," Logan says, nudging James to lie down on his back. He then pulls James' arm upwards towards the sky, his index finger sticking out. He slowly guides the finger to the star he was talking about, and then connecting several stars to make a cross shape constellation.
"What is that?" James asks, staring at the constellation he just drew out.
"That is the constellation Cygnus. It represents a swan. It was said that the swan is a depiction of a man called Cygnus, whose best friend died in the river after trying to Jupiter's chariot. Due to his death, Cygnus's grief turned him into a swan, and the incident caused him to only live in the water, not daring to fly."
"How sad, I would cry if someone I loved left me like that."
"I agree. Oh, it seems like we have came here at just the right time James. I see a lot of other constellations too," Logan cries out, eagerly showing James more and more stars, their hands clasp together as Logan traces out each and every one that he can see, telling James the name and story behind them. James smiles, following along and enjoys the way Logan explains to him – simple and fun. He can't help but notice the brightness in Logan's eyes whenever he recognizes a constellation, his face lighting up when he recalls the story behind it, the goofy grin he expresses when he tugs James' arm to draw pictures on the sky. As if James doesn't have enough things to focus on, the moon shifts its position, its light shining on Logan's face, and for once, James notices that Logan has really dark black eyes, and two small dimples located on his red cheeks. Unconsciously, James reaches over with his free hand to poke at Logan's dimple, only to stop an inch away to remember that what he is attempting to do is inappropriate. Then one of the star in particular catches James' eye, so instead of poking Logan, he points at the bright star located just a bit farther away from Cygnus.
"What's that star called?"
"Oh, that one is called Vega, it's part of the constellation Lyra, which represents a lyre. The lyre originated from the story of Orpheus, a skilled musician that plays the lyre, who fell in love with a nymph called Eurydice. The story starts out happy, but Eurydice unexpectedly died when another man Aristaeus was struck by her beauty and tried to pursue her, only to have her mistakenly bitten by a snake and eventually dying. Orpheus was devastated and he tried to retrieve her back from the underworld, but because of he couldn't refrain himself from looking back at his wife before they are safely out of the underworld, his wife died once again and this time is forever. When Orpheus died, his lyre was put into the sky, to remember this skilled musician and his love for his wife."
"Wow, why does all the constellations have sad Greek stories? Are there any happier ones?" James asks, his eyes getting a bit teary, which slightly shocked Logan. Logan had thought all this star talk will help James think of things to write, possibly happy things since Logan loves the stars, but instead it just brought a sad feeling to him, which is not what Logan wanted.
"Logan?"
"Well, there is one that's happier…" Logan starts, but quickly shuts up. He had meant to say that in his mind since the story isn't exactly a happy ending one either, but it slipped out and unfortunately James has to hear it too.
"Which one?"
"Um… you can't see it tonight. It only happens in the summer, during August."
"Oh, but what's the story about?"
"Well, um, it's… it's more of a Chinese mythology than a Greek one. Um… It…a…it is about a….a daughter of the Chinese God who went to Earth to explore only to fall in love with a herdsman. They have spent a wonder time together, falling in love, and creating a family, only to have the Chinese God find out and separate them. However, the daughter's mother was sympathetic towards the couple, and allows them to meet each other once a year during the summer time. The star Vega, is rumoured to be the daughter, and the other star Altair, located on the constellation Aquila, is said to be the herdsman, and every day the two stars are separated by the Milky Way, until one day, these two stars align together, close enough that they seem to be meeting with each other, and that day is said to have a bridge of meter dust particles that can help the couple reunites."
"That's still a sad story, having to only see the love of your life once a year."
"Yeah I know, but I personally love this story. Being able to see the love of your life for one day is better than never getting to see him ever again. And just one day is enough to satisfy them both, enough love to keep them alive to see each other on their next reunion."
"That's..ah… That's nice."
Even though Logan is expecting a response like that, what he doesn't expect is James' face when he turns to look at him. James' face is all wired up, unhappy or mad, Logan cannot explain. He just sees James' eyebrows furrowing together, a small pout on his lips and his arms cross over his chest. Just this look has Logan's heart hurting a little, his brain a little confused. He chooses to stay silent after that, not sure why he told James that story and James will have that kind of reaction, but the fact that it wasn't any better than all the other ones, that Logan thinks it's his fault for James to have that expression on his face. Fortunately, a cold breeze blows by and Logan shivers from it, grabbing onto his jacket.
"I – I think It's pretty late, we should go," Logan stutters in relief as he gets up and grabs James' hand to pull him up.
"Yeah, let's go," James mumbles, his eyes looking down to the ground as he follows Logan back to their car. They stay quiet throughout the entire car ride, except for the occasional directions to James' apartment utter between them.
Thank yous and goodbyes were exchanged, and Logan leaves James all alone as he staggers up the elevator towards his apartment.
James shivers as he wakes up from his bath. The water has turned cold, and he sneezes as he gets up to grab a towel to dry his body off.
"Ah man, good thing mom isn't around or else she is going to bitch at me for sleeping here," James bawls in frustration when he sees his fingers have turned wrinkly like prunes. He starts to look in the mirror for other kinds of wrinkles that might have appeared on his skin, sighing when he rubs his face that he hasn't turned into a human raisin just yet. He just needs to finish off the day with a face mask, and some toning of the skin, and don't forget the moisturizer.
But Logan didn't care that I looked like shit today. He didn't say anything about my hair being messy, my face tinted with mud, or even disgusted that my clothes were all dirty and out of shape. All he said was I looked beautiful under the moonlight.
So, he walks to his bathtub and pulls the plug to drain the water before he walks out of the bathroom, the towel now drying his hair. He discards the wet cloth onto the floor and bounces onto his bed. He closes his eyes and waits for sleep, even if he can already hear his mother's voice sounding in the back of his mind.
James Diamond, don't you dare sleep without pampering your skin. You should know better. You will look disgusting in the morning, all dry and wrinkly, and absolutely dull. No man should be ugly, and no woman should love a filthy man. Now get up and fix that skin! And while you are at it, put some clothes on. A proper man is always suit up for any situation, and that includes going to sleep. Do you hear me James Issac Diamond?
"I hear you mom! Now shut up!" James shouts into the air and the tiny voice huffs a breath before silencing itself. James groans as he lifts his tired body up into a sitting position, ready to finish off what his "mom" asks him to do.
You look beautiful under the moonlight.
James smiles and flops back onto his bed.
"You know what? Screw it, my skin can handle it. I'm going to sleep," and James closes his eyes, his mind determine to be himself tonight, not worrying about all the principles of being a proper man, an obedient teen, a disciplined boy. He is going to be what he wants to be, and just sleep, if only sleep will come.
But instead, inspiration decides to walk in and knock on the door saying, "Hey I'm here, get up and start writing," just when he is about to fall fast asleep. Guess he isn't going to be anywhere but near his bed tonight.
AND CUT! That's it! I'm done! I have nothing left!
Now everyone important meeting: what should happen next? More dates?
And sorry if this story is getting more and more lame…
Suggestions are appreciated xD
Newbie OUT!