The boy on the clogged cloudy sky dreams of the sun, just as it is, beaming and warm under a layer of joy, even if in the neon blue your light it's faint, he'd shine for you as a star, as the brightest you'll see.

Dick lost himself in the pink, painted afternoon and in his hopeless romantic self when you stumbled with your feet. He gasped but smoothly took you in his arms again, his jacket hung over your shoulders.

You were drunk and recently leaving prom; one of the best and glittering nights of your youth. Dick like the gentleman he is is going to take you to your house, to your very door. Hopefully, you'd sober up before you two make it there so your dad doesn't beat him out.

"You really had to sneak alcohol in?" Dick wasn't mad at you, in fact he was amused at how drunk you got with the tiniest of it.