California, 1979

It's a chilly night as you and Harlan walk outside, slowly wrapping up the conversation as he walks you to your car. You don't really wanna end the conversation as you don't talk to any of your old friends anymore, either out of cowardice or simply lost touch, harlan has been the only one who stuck around long enough. Maybe it's because he would call you out of random to shit talk or just check in on you....who knows? What a mystery indeed. ('ー')

Anyway- you're both at your car and he says his last words before saying goodbye. You wanna tell him to stay and talk a while longer, you don't wanna be alone again, at least not so soon. So you do. You grab his arm gently.

"Hey wait.." falls out from between your lips.

Harlan glances and narrows his eyes a bit like he's trying to read you.

"What?" He asks with that look.

"I just don't..just stay and tell me another one of your stories..pretty please" You respond, the last bit trying to make you sound the least pathetic, hoping it worked. (It didn't).

His look changes to a slight understanding one and he nods.

"Why not hm? For old times' sake.." He excuses with a soft nudge.

For the next hour and a half, you and him layed on the roof of your car in the empty parking lot that only had his and your car in it. You both watched the stars. You loved the stars. As he rambled about some story, you'd intervene and say a comment or two and he'd go right back to telling his story.

You'd turn and glance at him once in and while as he would talk, and you'd get that feeling of nostalgia, suddenly you two were broke teenagers who had these big dreams of being hot-shot writers in New York. Oh, how you missed those days.