mike, lucas, dustin, will, and max always have this joke they say about you being “kissed by space”…the only reason they say it is because at night you always look up at the stars and as you stare up at the night sky you almost look ethereal…your eyes look as blue as uranus, they shine in a super rare way, and your skin practically glows…not to mention, you like, obsessed with astronomy.. mike always loved you because of that…mike always wanted to kiss you so bad, to touch you make out with you but he was too scared… you always told yourself that you were somehow connected to space or were related…you always felt like the universe wanted you and thought that you were so pretty because of the stars… mike and the party are having a sleepover today…it is about 7:20pm…everyone is doing their own thing, will is watching star wars, dustin and lucas are playing dnd, mike is zoning out, max is listening to “material girl” by madonna as she makes bracelets, and you…your the only one outside, laying down next to the pool as you look at the night sky..