"Shh," you pressed a finger to your lips signaling silence, your metallic polish color reflecting the moons iridescent glow. Your fingers then proceeded to tug on the window of your neighbor, who watched you slide it open almost completely, letting a cold chill permeate the air of his bedroom. Black and gold war paint striped your face- oh how you can pull off anything and still look beautiful.

For a moment all you two did was stare back at each other intently, before he regained his composure, sitting up straight and idle in his bed; his duvet and sheet a disheveled mess surrounding his form.

"{Name}, what's this about?" His voice sounded raspier than usual, probably because you've only heard him speak after his mandatory cup of coffee in the morning. Still, it chilled you to your core sending a shiver down your spine.

Your hair billowed in the breeze, and he noticed how your blonde hair appeared platinum when illuminated by the dull bulb of the street light.

"Yes, I promise no felonies and no, we won't be breaking any laws- in a quieter voice- only possibly disobeying curfew, but there's something I want you to see." Your smile was encouraging and very persuasive. What could you possibly want from your next door neighbor at 4 in the morning?

"Come on, I want to show you something!" You whispered excitedly, extending your hand out to him. And reluctantly he placed his fingers over your small hands, interlocking them, ignoring the spike of adrenaline that coursed through his veins on impact, and disappeared into the night, through his own bedroom window.

{First Name} {Last Name}, probably the most unique and quirky, adventurous character out there. You're a blessing to the human race and undoubtedly the coolest kid at school. No, not the most "popular", but the coolest, and everyone is jealous of that. It's not a coincidence that the boy next door is Pein, your neighbor and fellow school mate who never went by a family name; just Pein. Pein always loved mysteries, and you could never stop thinking that maybe he loved mysteries so much that he became one.

Once the sound of your combat boots connected with the ground below, you hit the ground running, releasing your grip on Pein's hand.

"Now what is it you came to show me, in the dead of night?" He questioned, his tangerine jelly bean mop of spikes a disheveled mess atop his head.

Your pace slowed until you two were a good distance from your homes, and began to catch your breath. All the while, Pein was ticking away all the possible activities you could be bringing him along with you for. In no way are you two going to play Bonnie and Clyde, but it seemed inevitable there will be some scar of a memory of this night, and he had a feeling it most likely won't be good news.

"You'll thank me later," you replied, shoving your hands into the pockets of your red and black checkered flannel.

His lips pursed, stretching the metal in his skin, but he said nothing for he is a man of few words. Still, his curiosity began to get the better of him and his mind attempted to conjure some hint as to what you so desperately wanted him to see.

You hummed a tune, most likely some old school indie rock song that nobody from your generation has ever heard, as you continued walking, enjoying how content the silence was. A few flies crossed Pein's path of vision, causing him to become more agitated with each tortuous second, but he found composure in watching how the glitter in your face paint sparkled, like the birth of one thousand stars.

"I walk this lonely road, the only road that I have ever known..." The low melodic sound of your voice tingled Pein's ear drums, a sound so aesthetically pleasing it brought a small smile to the orange haired boy.

You continued to lead your beloved next-door neighbor through endless streets, the sound of the birds chirping already tickling your ears'. Your arms windmilled as you attempted to keep your balance, risking scaling a fairly narrow ledge along the sidewalk.

"Pein, do you ever wonder why people are so happy living here, in this town? This paper town, full of paper people, living in their paper homes. All the paper kids drinking beer some bum bought for them at a paper convenience store. Everyone's demented with the mania of owning things; all things paper-thin and paper-frail. I've lived here for eighteen years and I have never once in my life come across anyone who cares about anything that matters." You kicked a stray bottle of alcohol, the wasted liquid streaming out in a psychedelic swirl of color splattering the concrete. Surrounding you were homes and buildings, all chipped and frail, all built to one day be torn down again, yet everyone acts as if this place is the greatest land to be. But Pein, he has potential: you can see it. If only his mind becomes open the same way yours did...

"I'll try not to take that personally," Pein replied as the darkness in the sky began to fade. You turned a corner, leading him into a street with a fairly steep hill to trek up, but here you were, playing follow the leader and he followed your every movement, your shoulder brushing against his arm and the backs of your hands touching. A spark tingled the length of his spine, but again; he ignored it.

That's what he found so cool about you; so different. You could see through the masks, the fakeness of your surroundings. You used your mind and the conclusions you come to, your own theories and philosophy are what make you a cool kid. Unlike that popular who appears perfect in the eyes of society, you contradict normalities: you're a leader, something every one has desired to be at some point in time. This is the freshman generation of degenerate beauty queens, and the world is in need of an outcast.

"I'm sorry, but I guess I'm just mad at myself. For letting everyone I know screw me over. If only I had been hanging out with you all this time I wouldn't come to stupid conclusions," you were brave and without a doubt confident. Here you are making such a bold statement to the one boy who has watched you for so long, his increasing infatuation with you just hanging over his head controlling his entire being.

The inky blackness of the earth's atmosphere suddenly began to fade, soon you two had reached your destination, where a lone patch of grass, just enough for two, lay sprawled out on the side of the concrete road. Apparently not even this industrious generation can stop Mother Nature.

"Here we are," you confirmed, a triumphant smile painting your lips as you caught your breathe, using Pein for stability.

For a moment he was speechless, completely confused with what lay before him.

"You dragged me out of bed to come sit on a patch of gra-" he was cut off, for you pointed a finger in his opposite direction.

Pein's lilac hues squinted for a moment before facing what held your attention.

And what a heavenly sight he saw. He was taken aback by the ethereal, majestically divine sun rise happening before him. The birth of the sun burned such a bright, deep, exhilarating combination of orange and red, he literally was moved to taking a step backward. The atmosphere became balmy, and the two of you could feel the morning dew droplets adorning the tops of the blades of grass. Navy mixed with ruby intertwining with an exotic orange, creating the most radiant, intangible master piece he'd ever seen, leaving him completely speechless, and in awe of what unfolded before his eyes.

Your opal hues never diverted their gaze from what beheld your being, you never even noticed your hands hover over Pein's seeming to have a mind of their own for they remained there, interlocked with his.

"I've always been enchanted by the endings of things. Series finales and sunsets. Last paragraphs and encores. I think for the way they remind me that losing something you love isn't always sad and heartbreaking, but sometimes breathtaking and beautiful. But I also find beauty in new beginnings, the sun rising is the official start of a new day; a new beginning," breaking the silence you also broke contact with the breathtaking display, to look at the one you dragged to witness such an experience alongside you.

Your orbs connected and like a car crash- neither of you could look away. So overwhelmed with vitality and brilliance, your lips connected in a passionate embrace, enough to take your breath away. In a paper town, full of paper people, you finally felt a little less alone surrounded by paper monuments and paper places; for you believe you had discovered someone a little less blind than the rest of the "freshman generation of degenerate beauty queens". The kiss you shared was euphoric and felt with rapture; getting you high on such delirium. The boy who spoke little, said so much.

You believe you've opened his eyes, breathed life into another soulless being in need of saving. This is the birth of another who sees the way you do, their creation beginning the same as yours.

Pulling away, your arms wrapped around Pein's neck, his own snaked around your waist. You saw a spark ignite in his lavender orbs, a kindle of fire and a beacon of hope. Here you lie in tranquil silence, the only sound being the hum of the birds and your shorts breaths'. Forehead to forehead, nose to nose, you both drank in eachother's eyes, as you wiped off some of your metallic black and gold war paint which accidentally stained Pein's cheeks.

"For a star to be born, there is one thing that must happen: a gaseous nebula must collapse. So collapse- crumble. This is not your destruction: This is your birth."

We are the real cool kids. Not the mindless teenagers who get high on drugs and abuse alcohol. Our sober minds are rewarded with cloudless judgement, for we are the chosen ones, one of very few who get drunk on eachother and high on the beauties of life.