July, Chapter two

The duo sat on a curb outside of the store. Above them, trees rustled with the movement of a small gust of wind, warm to the touch. The young man balanced himself back on the palm of one hand, taking a deep drink from the bottle of sweet black liquid, his head facing straight towards the nearly-invisible stars. Next to him, Meagan was hunched over, both of her hands tightly wrapped around the bottle, and she took a small, but satisfying drink. For a minute, the silence, though not uncomfortable continued.

Suddenly, the boy stood up, and motioned to be followed. She complied hastily, brushing dust off the backside of her shorts with one hand. He tilted the bottle in his hand, and looked discontentedly at the eighth of the contents left. Shrugging, he lobbed the bottle towards a nearby trashcan, bouncing it off of the rim as the contents magnificently sprayed on the sidewalk.
"My legs are starting to feel stiff", said the boy, walking around in smallish circles for no logical reason.
"Well then... what are we doing hanging around here?" replied Meagan, gazing out into the darkness down the center of the street. "Let's go for a walk or something... besides, aren't I supposed to be keeping up with you?

He smiled back at her, and without saying a word, began slowly walking down the sidewalk, even his relaxed pace having almost a hop to it, a slow, simple undenyable vitality. As Meagan caught up to him, he began to speak, his voice like his walk, mature, but with telltale signs of rambunctious youthfullness.
"So, why is it you won't tell me your name, exactly?" She asked, "I mean, what is it you're trying to prove, that is?"

"It's just one of those things, y'know? I mean, in day to day life, I'm just me. Here though, I'm someone remarkable. I'm a fucked-up, strange... enigma. If you don't know what I am, then your guesswork will make any details..." He stopped, trailing off to look at a small patch of flowers growing in a yard adjacent to him. With no regard for the owners of the home, he marched across the grass, as Meagan stood, her mouth in a half smile, watching this boy as he picked a single yellow flower, spun around, walked back across the grass, and handed it to her.

"Talk is cheap, and I was thinking- You wanna go see the stars? I know a place just outside of town we could head off to, if your up for it."

"Yeah. Let's go"