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The cold grass against Tyler’s back was most certainly not his favorite thing. He could feel the dew from last night’s rain getting onto the back of his shirt, and he wanted to do something like curse out the grass for it, because it was a white shirt, and stains were not easy to get out when he ended up trying.
The wind blew Tyler’s hair in all the wrong directions, and turning his head only messed it up more, so he resigned himself to his choppy bangs getting in front of his eyes as he looked up at the sky briefly, which still seemed just like dots scattered around.
Ugh. He shouldn’t have agreed to this, even if it was for Logan’s sake.
He supposed he liked being away from cars making way too much noise—still an issue, even in small town Georgia, somehow—while he was trying to sleep at night, but then again, this was keeping him up, just in a…peaceful way.
The lights not covering every inch of Tyler’s sight—also still an issue in small town Georgia—was nice too. The sky did look clear here, which made sense. Logan would know the best spots to look at the night sky with that interest of his. Not that Tyler ever understood what he was talking about. It was more interesting in a sense of hearing someone talk about something and know so much about it, even if the stars were just…dots in Tyler’s head.
Tyler understood liking something, sure, but he really was finding staring down the stares while on top of the dewy blades of grass kind of boring. So, by chance, and not for any particular reason, his head tilted over to the side, hair blowing annoyingly as he did, and his head leaned against the side of the grass.
His eyes fixated too intently on Logan for his own liking quickly enough. The other boy’s face had the faint trace of a smile on his lips as he looked up at the stars, as Tyler was supposed to be doing, the blue in Logan’s eyes sparkled under the moonlight, however cliche that may be, and somehow the wind made Logan’s hair look so much better than Tyler’s did in the weather, like some stupid character from a romance movie.
Tyler would normally complain about something like that, and maybe there was a little voice in the back of his head doing so to keep up appearances, but did he really care? No.
The wind picked up with a particularly strong breeze, startling the complete shit out of Tyler, who suddenly felt underdressed and cold. It was some time after 12:00, in the end, even if it was summer. What had he expected?
Tyler scowled as his hair poked his eye, and he blinked rapidly. Logan still looked entirely composed even with the pickup in the breeze, admiring the stars. Tyler wished he could say the same for himself, but he wasn’t that kind of person in the end.
“How’d you even get into the whole astronomy thing?” Tyler questioned after too long of silence and staring. Tyler needed to get his mind off of his whole…admiring(?) Logan. It was true he had attained a certain respect for Logan over time, but this felt like more than that, and why would he unpack that?
Logan shrugged, turning to Tyler briefly, but his attention was still mostly fixed on the stars. “I don’t know, I guess I just picked up a random book about astronomy during free time in the library when I was in fifth grade and really got hooked on it. The constellations are way more interesting when you learn the stories, and look at the physical thing after.”
“Huh…I guess that does make sense,” Tyler nodded. “Do you like any constellations that are out right now, or are we just stargazing for the general point of it?”
“I really like Lyra,” Logan mused, pointing to a collection of a few dots—stars, Tyler corrected himself—that were pretty close to each other in the sky. “It’s kind of based on a tragic story and all, but it’s beautiful in that sense. Something that you find in a lot of them is that they’re tragic Greek myths, so I can’t really fault it for the tragedy thing.”
“Yeah, the only thing I remember from the unit in middle school about them is how most of the stories were Greek tragedies,” Tyler reminisced. Had Logan been in his class back then? Tyler would never have noticed until recently, and he kind of wanted to slap his younger self for it.
Logan laughed under his breath, almost bringing a smile to Tyler’s face that he immediately suppressed. “Yeah. Anyways, this one is supposed to represent Orpheus’ lyre. It’s about the Orpheus and Eurydice myth, where he went down to the underworld to try and get her back after her death. Of course, he failed in the end and that’s why it’s a tragedy, but I think there’s a bit of beauty in the end considering how the constellation is supposed to be his lyre placed in the sky for tribute.”
“Hmm,” Tyler hummed, eyes actually flicking up to the sky for the first time in at least five minutes. What he considered as just a few dots in the sky was something much more meaningful to Logan. He really should start getting Logan to teach him about stars more.
When Logan started talking about something that he enjoyed this much, he really did light up. And Tyler liked to see it more than he would ever like to admit, unfortunately.
Tyler hates being cheesy, it’s a fact that can be vouched for by just about everybody who knows him. Despite the fact, just about all the thoughts that run through his head at the moment are the most cliche, head over heels, cheesy things that he’s thought about in years. How did Logan cause that? Thoughts for another day.
So, yeah, maybe Tyler had a little infatuation, but it was probably just the conditions of laying outside in the dark with someone at night getting to him. The uncomfortable sensation of grass against his back was the only cause for thoughts like his. He was sure.
He’d get over it by tomorrow morning.
(He did not, the only thing that came about the next morning was Taylor asking him what he was smiling about, and he did not want to admit that the smile was caused by texting Logan so that he could talk his ear off about constellations once again.
Not at all.)