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It’s gonna be my number, Star. Five. I’m the fifth planet. And then he’d kissed me, and I forgot anything after that.
“The last time I saw Jupiter was fourteen years ago – well, thirteen years, nine months, sixteen days.”
“Sorry, that’s a lot to take in. I didn’t mean to dump. I promise I’m not a weirdo.”
“Okay, it’s lunchtime, which means we can officially drink wine. And I think we need it for this conversation.”
Private: We’re back in the same city, Star. Hope you’ve had a great first day. X
“Holy fuck. What’s she doing with you? You can’t even pronounce it!”
“Marnie, I know you’re in there. I saw you go in.”
I’m fuzzy on details though as I stopped listening, because girls…
“It’s hard not to. You’re massive and loud, and usually surrounded by a gaggle of girls.”
Jupiter: I’m so fucking happy you’re here, Star.
“Starlight, star bright, you were the first star I saw tonight. Wish I may, wish I might, have this kiss with you tonight.” He smiled, nervously, “I changed the words a little.”
Using the tip of my bat I drew out the letter M. M for Marnie. I might not have known where she was for the past fourteen years, but writing her into the sand by the plate meant I had her with me.
“You’re not the only one with a tattoo,” she whispered.
“We’re not teenagers anymore, Marn. Spread your legs. I want to see what I’ve been missing.”
“Marn, are you asking me to get you pregnant? Because if so, I’ll pull over right now and do it.”
“Fourteen years, three months, and thirteen days, Marnie. That's how many days I've loved you, and you've been my first and last thought for every single fucking one. So I guess the question is whether you’re going to let me.”
“I caught you a ball.”
