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Entire parts of town are trussed up in banners and stars to commemorate the holiday. You can find them dangling from lampposts, walls, trees--paper stars are everywhere. While this has become common in the past few days, what’s uncommon is how some of them seem to glow at night. While passing through town, more stars seem to light up, guiding you down some strange path. There is an unnatural pull to them, a lull deep in your chest that something just meant for you is waiting at the end. When the path of stars end, what do you find? Someone? Something you lost? The answer to some question you’ve been asking yourself for some time? The stars eventually lose their glow and do not light back up again; any examination yields that they seem to be normal paper.
Ohhhhhh, Go loved this! The lights, the stars they looked like, he loved seeing them in the day, but was curious to see how they looked at night. So around 7:50, after a quick shout that was going to a friends,George was out the door. Just in time too, the lights were coming on. Holy hell they were beautiful, he thought, not normally for that stuff but George was a sentimental kid when he wanted to be.As he made his way down the streets, he noticed some of the lights seemed a bit too bright. Huh, that was odd. He thought nothing of it again until it started looking like a pattern.
Well, that was too much a coincidence, George wondered what the trail had to offer, and like the curious, painfully naive idiot he was, he followed. The lights wound round, and up, and sometimes had fallen to the ground, still lighting his way. He ignored the people around him as he passed, the cats who'd hiss and the dogs who'd bark, now entranced by what the lights had to offer (and as he'd tell his best adult but not, like, super old adult friend, Glen, later, it was ******** wild, like nothing else mattered, Glen would simply frown and ask him to help with the sponge cake he was making after cleaning his hands.)
Strangely, but not to George in that moment, the lights seemed to wrap and end in a section of trees just outside the parks lights, where he could hear a bit of shouting. He continued in his daze till he had reached the source of the shouting, some guys harassing a homeless guy...no wait, a homeless kid. Ohhhh, that was so not cool. George leapt forward, grabbing a guy around the waist as best his scrawny frame could. "The hell's your idea dude!? Picking on homeless people!?" The guy spit at him, the other man having run off while the homeless boy just sat on the ground where he had previously been pushed. George made a move to punch the guy again, but he had managed to escape, glaring at them both. "Not even sure why the hell im here anyway, not like this little b***h has anything to offer." OHHHHHHHHHH this guy was in for it! If he....hadn't just walked off, shaking his head as if he too was in a daze. George frowned, turning his head towards the boy, George noticed that was actually as old as himself, he thought at least. He went to help the other to unsteady feet, smiling and looking down at the much shorter guy. Oh damn, the guy had just turned his head toward him and he was, despite the dirt, pretty. Like, definitely the pretty George would date if he wasn't like, dirty, and needing a few meals. Brown hair all messy, piercing green eyes, and a choker? (no, George would later realize it was a long, thick scar across his neck), yeah, he'd date him.Before George could even ask the guys name, or how he was, he had taken off in the other direction, frightened he thought..
Well, that was a bummer to Georges mood, and now he apparently only had the street lights to see because the little stars went out. He sighed, snatching up one of the fallen paper stars, hoping to meet the boy again.
At least he'd have something to tell Glen tonight.
