My number one goal is to make it to State Softball this year. My high school team has worked very hard last season and we have a ton of talent. My second goal is to drop two pant sizes. I have been working really hard at workouts to get my lateral movements correct. Third goal is to reach my goal of getting recruited to a University or a college in two years. I really would also like to get my drivers license this year as well.

"Do you think the stars talk to the moon?" her voice was soft and I rolled my eyes. I swear I had heard her utter the same sentence a dozen times before.

"Maybe." I leaned on my hands. Gravel dug into my palms but I tired to ignore it. Her huff of frustration barely gave me a distraction. I started to pick the little stones from underneath my nails.

"Don't you ever wonder about anything?" The scrap of her shoes echoed in my ears as she stood. I closed my eyes before I could see her stand over me with her hands on her hips.

"No darling. Do you ever wonder about different things?" My voice rumbled. I wondered if she could feel the vibrations of it in her chest.

"Is it truly so bad to want answers to the questions you have?" She landed beside me with all the grace of a disgruntled cat. I could feel her dress brush my calf and I looked at her. The pout on her face was spectacular to say the least.

"Darling. Your questions never change. Even when you have the answer." I paused. Tapped my fingers against my thigh and shook my head, "They say it's the mark of insanity." I smiled at her delighted laughter.

"You know I relish in insanity." She giggled. I could imagine if we had chosen a cliff top as our perch she would be swinging her legs and my heart would be in my throat. I was immensely glad we were sitting on the side of the road.

We fell into a silence that laid itself like a blanket on our shoulders. I shivered a little under it's embrace. Goosebumps covered my skin and I wondered how she never moved as she watched the stars.

"Can truth lie?" For all that she was quiet and soft spoken, her question sent shivers down my spine.

"What do you mean darling?" I tried to smile, shake off her serious expression. She turned her eyes to me and tilted her head. There was no expression on her face.

"If I tell a truth can I still lie?" She asked.

"Maybe if you one of the Fae." I replied. The corner of her lips quirked in a half smile.

"I'm always truthful." She fell onto her back and spread out so her fingers reached for the sky, "But. I'm never honest."

"Oh? What do you mean?" This was something new, or at least something she hadn't touched upon in a long time.

"Uttering the truth means you're never telling a lie. But who's to stop me from speaking in truths that only apply at certain times. Is it a lie, even though it is still something true?" She paused, let the silence stretch and snap back into place while she chewed her lip, "Who knows when that truth may be true. I could say the stars talk to the moon. Watch her in absolute reverence and follow her existence as if they'll die without her influence. But, they are their own light when the moon only reflects the sun." She shrugged a bare shoulder.  "But who knows. Maybe the moon was the one to give the light out and the stars stole her light to keep themselves afloat." She hummed under her breath with a giggle.

"You've an interesting perspective darling." I muttered as I drew her into my arms. She brushed the top of her head against my chin and spread her fingers against my collarbone.

"I don't see how. It is what it is." Her lips turned downwards and I kissed her forehead.

"It is my truth." I watched her bob her head.

"But it's also mine." she said before she smiled with a brilliance that never failed to steal my breath away.

"Shall we stay here until the sun decides to grace this desolate place with his overbearing shininess?" She asked and I laughed.

"Of course darling. Anything you want."