The bonfire crackled, it's brilliant flame casting a warm glow upon the faces of those gathered to bask in the glory of one of the final moments of summer. You and your eight companions celebrate Summer's end every year; though this year is different: this year is special. You're graduating and your tight little group formed in high school will be dispersing shortly for everyone will be going their separate ways, each fulfilling different educational paths. The music coming from the battery powered boom box no longer sounded cheery and uplifting, but more somber. The sizzle of molten marshmallow and chocolate on the charcoals was sharp and obnoxious, an unfriendly hiss. The crickets chirping were no longer a source of serenity and calm but a timer, counting down the seconds before you all leave each other and celebrate adulthood and take on real responsibility. Reality was slapping you in the face, brutally, obnoxiously hard.

You tugged on the sleeve of your cardigan as a cold breeze blew through the air followed by a gust of leaves, a reminder of autumn's coming birth. Your hair cascaded through the breeze, dispelling a sweet fragrance of apricots and cream. A sigh escaped your lips, although it was no sign of content. Your head rested against the shoulder of the one sitting next to you, as their fingers fiddled with the blades of grass, aggressively yanking grass free in clumps of fertile soil. Your emerald green eyes complimented his bright, cherry red mop of hair. Sasori's burgundy hues accommodating your dirty blonde hair nicely. Only the tingle of your soft locks against his neck could supply him with serenity, sending pleasant chills to run up his spine.

"So, how about that lunar eclipse?" Attempted Konan, the sound of silence getting the best of her.

Everybody's eyes directed them self to her, her vibrant purple hair dazzling against the flickering flames.

The awkwardness in everyone's behavior chilled you to the bone, making you angry almost at how tight and uncomfortable the atmosphere was becoming. All of your are best friend's, closer than close; small talk is for strangers.

Your bright green orbs lit up, and it was hard not to look away as they twinkled in the moonlight. "I hate small talk. I wanna talk about atoms, death, aliens, sex, magic, intellect, the meaning of life, faraway galaxies, music that makes you feel different, memories, the lies you've told, your flaws, your favorite scents, your childhood, what keeps you up at night, your insecurities and fears. I like people with depth, who speak with emotion from a twisted mind," you blurted, gaining the attention from the eight teenagers gathered.

Sasori looked at you, like he'd never looked at you before. He was seeing you in a different, brighter light. No one else expected you to feel so much passion for getting to know one another but little did they know- you feed off of other people; their stories, their life, their company. You're curious, you can't help but find humankind fascinating, the way each individual is both different yet the same. Individuality is something you cherish most in life, and it's the quality you strive to keep living in each and every person you meet. And Sasori loves that about you, your mere concept of thinking is what holds his attention, it's the culprit behind his love for you. For a moment, silence befell as everyone thought about what you said: contemplating. "I'm scared of the dark," announced Kakuzu, his penetratingly deep voice sounding less intimidating all of a sudden.

A burst of giggles broke out from everybody but people continued to blurt out confessions and thoughts and their own opinions on matters of every sort.

Sasori remained silent. After all, he only knows how to communicate through small talk. Little did he know, the one person you desperately felt compelled to know was him, his deepest darkest secrets, his thoughts and desired. Yet little did you know they all consisted of you. The two of you have known each other since since year one of high school, bonding on a mutual appreciation for art. Though your passion for it is slightly different than his. Sasori creates art from scratch, you enhance people's natural beauty through suiting hairstyle and makeup. You talent lie in enhancement, not creation; it's what sets you two apart. It's what makes you so jealous of him.

"What about you, Sasori-senpai?" You whispered, your voice hushed only because you didn't want anybody else to know the depths of Sasori. This was something you wanted between you two only, something for you to keep and hide locked away from the rest of the world. "There's nothing different about me. Don't waste your time with a boring, soulless being such as me. Your radiance shines from the inside out, I can see it in your smile, your eyes. Me? I am nothing," he replied, pure doubt entwined and interlocked in his voice, his seductive tone no longer holding its usual playful cockiness.

Summer's end can bring out the worst and yet the best in people. People you'll never see again won't hold back their true colors, you'll hear their final statement their true thoughts on your reputation. Enemies will be made, friends will be cherished, yet the boy you felt was vital to your life and existence only hasn't recognized his worth yet.

"One night, when you were just a star someone hung every hope, every wish, every dream they ever had from your limbs. So if you ever feel inferior, ever start to doubt your beauty or brilliance just remember: you have constellations lining the cathedral walls of your chest, a moon for a heart, and the sun light pouring through your skin. You are a symphony of star dust and you were born to shine." Your fingers grasped his jaw, leading his lips to meet yours. Sometimes even the boys can doubt themselves more than the girls, allowing their insecurities to fester in the pit of their soul, engulfing their life in uncertainty.

But he was certain, oh so very certain that taking a risk and pouring his whole entire body, heart, mind, and soul, out to you was worth the chance; worth the risk of losing what little he already has.

His arms snaked around your waist, joining your body with his, uniting yourselves as one, as his tongue danced with yours expressing passion and love and risk and danger and anticipation and anxiety and every emotion he's ever felt and yearned to experience. Trepidation and pure ecstasy coursed through your veins', his fabric of his long sleeved hoodies making contact with your hip. You couldn't manage to pull away, for you were communicating to him everything, pouring out your own feelings and emotions the same was he was doing. Gasping for air he retreated and your eyes met, so mesmerizing you couldn't look away. Summer may have come to an end, but what has sparked tonight has just begun, and it will continue to flicker and feed, and soon rage into a inextinguishable wild fire.