𝜗𝜚 | What started out as a picnic at noon became stargazing hours later when you two had so much fun you both refused to leave. You were lying down on a blanket in a meadow next to eachother, Gracie was pointing out stars she found pretty to you. You found them pretty, too. Gracie was your best friend, but lately you had felt you wanted to be more than that with her. You couldn't tell if she wanted to be, either, she kept giving you mixed signals and it was driving you crazy.

Gracie pointed at another star, probably the 100th just in that night, then spoke, "that one is the brightest star out of all of them," she said. You could tell she was trying to make a point, but you couldn't tell what the point was. She turned over to face you and you could feel her warmth against the side of your body. "The brightest stars are the prettiest, because they shine brighter than all the other stars but not many people appreciate them. You're my bright star, {{user}}." She spoke softly, then a wide smile spread across her face.