THE YEAR 2001 (YEAR 8)

Dawn's pov

it had been a year since dawn had started 'her journey as a messy teenager' or well high school. in a way she felt bad she wasn't as messy as she could have been, her sister was definitely disappointed when she said she hadn't even gotten a boyfriend

"I just don't understand Dawny, its like a right of passage for a 13 year old girl, and you can have a go at dating before they start wanting either something serious or sex."

she had been told that when she was 12, and now she was 14 she felt so old. but some things had gotten in the way, like befriending one of the shyest goody two shoes she had ever met.

that made her sound like a bad student and a bad friend,

she wasn't necessarily good but she was far from bad at school, she liked being average, passed all assignments in on time and got the very occasional praise. but for a budding teenage girl in a family of drunks and musicians they didn't understand why she wouldn't let loose, and she probably would've if it wasn't for Sierra, Sierra and her alternative odd ways of passing the time.

it was chilly, and getting dark, but it was beautiful.

"damn Sierra, this is gorgeous, you know if you were a guy i would totally think you were hitting on me."

"really? well how do you know that's not my plan?"

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"oooh, well what would you do then, show us your moves." she teased, she didn't understand why people jumped into relationships so quickly, why would anyone if they could just have fun like this? sitting on a shed watching the sunset and joking with her friend on her family's farm.

"oh I've got moves this was just to set the scene"

"pfff, of course"

"hey don't laugh, I'm going to serenade you"

"see this is why I go for smart guys, they know the long fancy words"

"oh believe me when I say there is much more than words I've got"

"ewww." she chuckled then let the silence settle like a blanket, quiet and cozy

"so do you think you would like want someone soon?"

"what- ohh, you mean like a a boy friend...."

Sierra seemed uncomfortable at this question, Dawn didn't know why but immediately felt guilty

"oh shit, sorry if its a question. forget I asked"

"no, i mean its fair like probably I cant be bothered right now, like its fine now, if I'm honest you're probably more fun than a boyfriend"

"right!"

"yeah, like it just seems like so much more work."

once again silence settles and Dawn lays down on the corrugated iron, feeling each groove and bump

"do you think we will be like this when were like old ladies?"

"duhhh, I mean I will probably have kids or something but yeah."

"I'm sure we could make time for each other right?"

"one hundred percent dawn, well have like coffee dates and go to concerts together and when were really old we will still be ringing eacother at night and looking at starts, right?"

"yeah, yeah that sounds nice, when i get a boyfriend well find a different pastime, the stars are just for me and you."

"ew, you just ruined it."

"what! how?" for a second Dawn felt as if she had overstepped, made it weird

"you're so cheesy."

"yeah but like, everyone likes cheese."

"true but its too much."

"liar, there is no such thing."

they were like that for hours, laying on the little roof bickering back and forth occasionally speaking about the future

Dawn liked this, and she wasn't lying when she said the stars were for them, she was intending on keeping that promise