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When You Wish Upon a Star

Chapter Three

By the time that dinner was finished, the leftovers put away, and the dishes all washed, Mrs. Eustass still was nowhere to be found.

"It's getting really late," Kidd sighed, pacing back and forth in the living room. Killer was sitting on the couch, his legs crossed in that way that made the redhead lick his lips internally. He seemed very relaxed, which made Kidd rather pleased.

"I'm sure she's fine," the blonde replied. The larger teen flopped down onto the couch next to his friend, earning a groan from the old springs. Kidd settled into the couch, and leaned his head on Killer's shoulder.

"Yeah, probably."

"I should probably get going," the blonde replied. Internally, Kidd felt a pang in his chest.

"You don't have to," he replied. Killer knew what he really meant – Don't leave me alone.

"You sure?" the blonde asked, which he knew his friend would take it as Where am I sleeping? Kidd responded with a smile.

"Thanks," he said, then stood. Killer followed suit with a similar smile on his face. "This way," he said, leading the way up the stairs.

Upstairs was just as lavish as the first floor. The carpet was plush, and it seemed that the long hallway was Indian themed. A few doors were open, and Killer caught what was inside them as they passed. They walked past a study full of books, a bathroom, a room with a television and a few gaming systems in it, then the rest of the doors were shut. They reached the end of the hall, where Kidd pushed open the door. He flicked on the lights, and stepped inside.

The room was just like the rest of the house – filled with expensive things that Killer was afraid to break. Yet, the room was so Kidd. The large King-sized bed was unmade, clothes were strewn about the floor, and bits of metal cluttered the desk that sat in the corner. The entire room was comforting to the blonde.

"Your house is really nice," the smaller male said softly.

"It gets really lonely sometimes, with Mom working a lot," Kidd sighed, then flopped onto his bed. He lay down, and covered his eyes with a pale arm. Killer watched this with a small smile. Then, he walked over to the window to stare up at the nighttime sky. He noticed that Kidd's room over-looked the back yard, and the porch roof was right beneath the window.

"Hey, you wanna go on the roof?"

"What?" The redhead sat up, and stared at his friend.

"Come with me," Killer smiled, prying the window open. He hopped out of the window before peering back at Kidd and holding out his hand. The pale teen stood and padded over to the window. He took Killer's hand, and hopped out onto the roof with his friend.

Killer walked out a ways onto the roof before sitting down with his legs crossed. He stared up at the stars, a serene smile on his face. Kidd couldn't help but watch the blonde for a few moments before sitting down next to him. They both stared at the skies in a peaceful silence for a while.

"My dad used to take me on the roof of our house to stargaze," Killer said suddenly. The pale teen stared at the blonde in shock – Killer had never spoken about his family or his past before. Kidd had just figured that he was a foster child or that his parents had disowned him.

"Really?" Kidd asked, scooting closer to the other.

"Yeah," the blonde nodded.

"…Tell me more?"

"…Papa and I would come out every night we could. We'd stay out until Momma called us to get into the house before we froze. Every night, we'd look for the Wishing Star."

"What's a Wishing Star?" Kidd asked softly, gently pushing the subject.

"Papa said that it was a magic star in the sky. No one knows which one it is, but if you can find it and wish on it, your wish'll come true," Killer explained to his friend. He leaned his head against the pale arm, sighing softly. "Silly huh? Papa said that he had found it once, and that's how he got Momma."

"And what do you wish for?" The redhead asked, snaking his arm around the others shoulder to hold him closer.

"Nothing important."

Kidd smiled softly, and pulled Killer into his lap, earning a small squeak from the smaller man.

"C'mon, tell me," he smiled, nuzzling into the unruly blonde hair and inhaling deeply.

"You'll laugh."

"I swear on my life that I will not."

After a few moments of hesitation, Killer sighed, and leaned against the strong chest. "Okay, fine. I've always wished for someone special, like Papa did. He ended up finding Mom, so I figured that I could do it, too."

"That's a good wish," Kidd whispered softly. "Being alone is terrible."

"Yeah." Mentally, Killer picked out a star and mumbled under his breath. He silently wished for Kidd to be the answer to all of the wishes he made, even though he knew it was hopeless.

"Will you teach me?"

"What?"

"Will you teach me how to wish on a star? I've never done it before," Kidd asked, feeling a little embarrassed. He looked up at the sky, trying to hide the blush from his friend.

"Sure," Killer smiled, and then peered up at the sky. "You just look up at the sky, pick a star, then make a wish."

"Any star?"

"Any one you want," the blonde said, and looked up at the sky.

"Okay," Kidd said, and the pointed at one with a black-painted nail. "That one! And my wish is…I know!" He grinned, and gave Killer a small squeeze. "I want to meet your parents."

"W-w-what?" The blonde sputtered, pushing against Kidd's chest, so that he could look at him. "Are you insane?"

"What?" Kidd asked. "Please? Can I?" He began gnawing on the inside corner of his mouth, which was his way of pouting.

"Uh…well…I dunno…" The truth was, the smaller male didn't want Kidd to know how alone he was in this world.

"Please?" Kidd asked again, his eyes pleading.

"Fine. Tomorrow, though. Okay?"

"Okay," the redhead smiled. "Let's go back inside."

The duo climbed back into the house from the window, where Kidd fished out a pair of sweat pants for his friend.

"Here," he said, tossing them at Killer's head.

"Thanks," he replied, then walked to the bathroom.

Kidd changed into his PJ bottoms, and then climbed into his bed. When Killer came back, the blonde smiled at the lounging Kidd.

"I'll go crash on the couch," the blonde said softly, turning to go down stairs.

"No way!" the redhead said before he could stop himself. He felt his face heat up as Killer peered back into the room.

"Why?"

"That couch is terrible. I wouldn't sleep on it," Kidd said, internally congratulating himself on the smooth lie.

"Where should I sleep, then?" Killer grinned, leaning against the doorway.

"With me," the pale teen replied, and felt his heart speed up whenever Killer actually walked over to the bed.

"Alright," the blonde said, keeping his face calm. Internally, he was doing a happy dance. Killer climbed into the bed, and turned his back to Kidd to keep himself calm.

"Night." Kidd switched off the lamp on his bedside table, which turned off all of the lights in the room.

"Cool trick," Killer mumbled, and snuggled into the pillow beneath him. He deeply inhaled the musky scent that was Kidd. It lulled him into sleep almost immediately.

The redhead looked at his friend's sleeping form in the darkness. He smiled softly as he heard the blonde's deep, even breathing. Slowly, as to not wake him, Kidd inched closer to Killer. When he was close enough that he could feel the warmth radiating from the blonde, he felt pleased enough to fall asleep as well.

I sort of modeled Killer's parents off of my own, only mine are both alive and well. But, I figure that if I make his parents dead, they better have left him with some damned good memories. So, I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and I hope you'll all tell me what you think!