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Uzi spun around in her chair. She had a problem, and a pretty big one at that:
She was bored.
She halted to a stop, dragging her feet across the ground. She rested the bottom half of her face in her hands.
Now, being bored doesn’t sound that bad, except for the bit where every time she’s bored Uzi gets left alone with her own thoughts, which is very unpleasant. As someone who’s essentially got miles of regrets, and a brain that’s floating away, making up problems that don’t exist. It’s like she’s missing pieces of her skull. Why does she let herself dream like this?
Uzi was struggling to drag her own body back down from space when an unexpected clang came from the door of the landing pod, and she could see the tip of a yellow stinger descending the ladder.
“Uzi!” A voice called. N.
“Oh, hey, what are you-”
“Stay here, okay? Don’t go outside, it’s dangerous.”
“What are you-” N gave her a giddy smile before rushing back up the ladder, not giving Uzi the chance to finish.
“-talking about?” She said to herself. She sighed. Her friends were confusing.
The pod door clanged again Uzi assumed N had shut it and left, but there was noise from the top of the ladder. A different drone this time, V, came falling down the ladder shute, her wings folding in as she hit the floor.
“What’s up with the loser?” V asked. “He’s smiling like an idiot.”
“Don’t ask me,” Uzi replied, turning her chair to face away from V. “He told me not to come outside. Said it was dangerous.”
“He’s probably just overreacting,” V said, stretching. “Lord knows he’d react like that when it’s you.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Uzi snapped, turning her chair back over in V’s direction.
“I”m just saying, he’d sell his own bones to by you an amethyst.”
“What?”
“‘cause purple’s your favourite colour,” V explained.
“Oh,” Uzi thought on that for a moment. “Wait, how do you know that?”
V just looked her up and down dramatically, then raised one eyebrow. Uzi was about to make some kind of comeback when the hatch door clanged for a third time. N was back.
This time he said nothing, simply jumping from the ladder and taking Uzi by the wrist. He began leading her back up and out of the landing pod.
N didn’t slow his pace, even when they’d exited the landing pod and begun trudging through the snow.
“Wait, wait- you said it was dangerous out here!” Uzi called.
N turned his head around to look at her. “Only without me by your side,” he said. Uzi’s face was suddenly overheating. Weird. No reason that would be. No way.
He led her up a hill, then under the shelter of a rusty corrugated panel being help up by a singular plank of wood. They sat down, and he shuffled over to the edge of their shelter and pointed to the sky.
“Look,” N muttered, his voice coated with bewilderment. Uzi followed his finger up to the sky, then heard herself gasp.
Blue trails streaked the sky like flickers of paint across a canvas, coating the stars with colour. It felt like a dream. Burning stars shot across the sky, turning the whole thing into a cacophony of light. It felt a bit like hearing your favourite song for the first time in years. The glow of the sky turned everything a bit blue, tinting the hues of their surroundings a beautiful complementary array.
“It’s a meteor shower,” N whispered.
“…yeah,” was all that Uzi could muster.
“I like the shooting stars,” N said. “They’re nice. Did you know if you wish on a shooting star, it might come true?”
“I don’t think that’s true,” Uzi said.
“Maybe not,” N said, “it’s a human thing. It’s nice to make a wish, isn’t it? Even if it’s not real.”
Uzi watched the stars fall, leaving their fiery marks on the sky. They made her thoughts feel small. It was nice.
“I guess so,” she said. She watched N close his eyes and look down, before he looked up and pointed at a meteor.
“I’m wishing on that one,” he said.
“What did you wish for?” Uzi asked.
“I can’t tell you, it’s a secret.” He winked. “Now you make a wish.”
“Um, okay,” she muttered, picking a star. “I’m going to wish on that one.”
With N watching her intently, Uzi bowed her head and considered her next move. What should she wish for? Something that might come true, she thought.
So she picked something the stars would like. Her heart and the moon shared the same rule; it started with love and ended with him.
She looked up, watching her star disappear into the clouds.
“What did you wish for?” N asked. “No, don’t tell me. It’s a secret.”
And as the two of them stared up at the sky, Uzi felt like they could stay there forever. Maybe her wish would come true. And slowly, one at a time, the bad thoughts wilted away, and she began sewing together the patches of her own soul. They’d be just fine.