I woke up to my phone buzzing. I sleepily try and reach my hand over to my bedside table, unable to find my buzzing phone. I peek over to the dresser slightly lifting my head off of my pillow. I realize the dreadful buzzing is coming from my dresser. I groan as I reluctantly force myself up to see who could possibly be blowing up my phone this early in the morning. 

It's an unknown number. Why is an unknown number blowing up my phone this early in the morning? Squinting, I unlock my phone. It's Joshua.

"Amelia, it's me Joshua, could we please talk? It's important." 

"Amelia please answer, could we meet before class?"

"It's really important." 

How did he get my number? I sigh, locking my phone. Why is this happening to me right now? I already have enough on my plate as it is. I have to admit I missed hearing his voice. I didn't realize how much a person's voice could mean to you until now, but I can't give in. I shake my head as I think to myself. 

I check the time. It's an hour until school starts I better start getting ready. I grab my brush; brushing back my long black hair into a ponytail, making sure there are no bumps or ridges. I walk to my bathroom sink to lather my face in soap as I'm washing my face, Joshua's face appears in my mind. I quickly try finishing up so I don't think such silly thoughts. I pick up my toothbrush, placing toothpaste on the top. I begin to brush my teeth like I'm trying to brush my thoughts away.

I grab a tube of mascara lying on my dresser and coat it over my lashes a few times before finally placing my glasses onto my face. I rummage through my dresser drawers and finally find a navy blue skirt. I pull it over my legs, zipping the back. I rummage through my drawer once again finding a white button down and a grey cardigan to go over it. I put on the long sleeve button up, adding the grey cardigan over it. 

I pull out the collar, placing it over the sweater. I do the same to my sleeve cuffs. I then grab my knee high socks out of my sock drawer along with the money my mom left so I could get groceries on the way back home, I scatter to find my shiny black loafers and hurriedly buckle them onto my feet, I then grab my phone and backpack rushing out the front door. 

As I walked out the door to my surprise Carter's fancy convertible was parked in my driveway. What is he doing here, school is about to start and what does he think he's doing after treating me that way yesterday? I clutch my fists, getting angry at the thought of his audacity.

I angrily march over to his car tapping on his window gesturing for him to roll it down. He slowly rolls down the window halfway. 

"Get in, I wanted to talk."  

He demands but this time gently. 

"Who said I wanted to talk?" 

I angrily reply, still mad about yesterday. 

"I wanted to..." he swallows as he stretches his hands out on the wheel before finishing, "apologize." 

I cross my arms.

"What was that?" 

I ask, knowing I already heard what he said. 

"I wanted to apologize." 

This time he doesn't hesitate. 

"Why did it have to be at my house?" 

I question impatiently. 

"I was thinking we could skip today." 

He blurted out as if it was no big deal.

"Skip? Why?" 

I place my hand on my hip. 

"I wanted to make yesterday up to you, it was immature of me to lose my temper like that, I want to explain to you why I did what I did, even though there's no excuse. I was hoping you'd let me take you somewhere, if you don't like it I promise to leave you alone."

He explains in a gentle manner. 

I bite my lip as I tap my foot. I pick up my arms crossing them contemplating if I should take up his offer....

Finally I decide.

"Fine, but you said if I don't like it you'll leave me alone?" 

I try getting reassurance so I don't regret my decision later on. 

His face lights up as he genially says,

"Yes, whatever you want."

He reassures me. 

I get in the car, anxious after what happened yesterday. I swing my backpack to the back; I'm getting Deja vu from yesterday. I never skip and of all people it's going to be with him. I sigh wondering how it could possibly get any worse. 

We both sit in silence for a few minutes before I finally speak.

"So where you are taking me is so amazing it's supposed to make me forgive you? Care to share?"

I asked with a bit of a crude tone. 

"It's a surprise."

He replies looking pleased with himself.

"We are almost there." 

He assures but I don't respond. I just sit in silence waiting for this so called "amazing thing." Another few minutes go by before he turns the car off and parks around the side of a sketchy building with no signs up. I get nervous thinking of all the possible bad things that could happen to a girl who is in the middle of nowhere with a guy she barely knows. I've watched enough crime documentaries to know this doesn't go well. 

"Come on." 

He opens my door. I didn't even realize he got out; I was too nervous. I hesitantly get out of the car looking around making sure there are people around to hear if I scream. 

"Hey don't worry, I'm not a serial killer. I know it looks sketchy but I promise you you're safe." 

He says holding his hand out for me to grab.

Somehow him saying that calmed me down; It's like he read my mind. Eventually I reach out for his hand placing mine in his as I pull myself from the passenger seat. We both make our way towards the sketchy building. Carter pulls out a set of keys carefully choosing the right one; he finally sticks it in the lock opening one of two big entrance doors. 

"Okay come on in." 

He says nonchalantly.

"Where are we? You're not kidnapping me are you?"

I try to say jokingly but half of me is serious. 

Carter chuckles, making me even more nervous.

"As you know my family is loaded, we were in the process of building the outside but we stopped once my mom got sick."

His expression turned dull. 

I wait for him to continue. Carter flips a switch and I look up in amazement. There are colors floating above my head dancing, stars shining as if it was a real moment frozen in time, it looked as if they stole a piece of the night sky. I don't say a word because I'm too enchanted by the beauty I see hovering above. The ceiling flashes to planets floating all around us as if we are apart of the solar system. I look over to Carter who is grinning ear to ear staring at me as I gawk. 

Carter's grin quickly drops as he looks up and continues. 

"My dad wanted to give my mom the world, anything she wanted. My mother told my father she wanted the stars, so he planned on giving them to her. He built this planetarium just for her. She wasn't as sick then but we knew she didn't have much time, or at least the doctors said so. Once we finished inside she couldn't even get out of bed to see it." 

Carter finishes. 

I stand there saddened by what he just told me. 

"I'm sorry, I couldn't imagine the pain you feel to sit there and watch as your mother is slipping away from you thinking there is nothing you can do. My parents are naturally good at staying away. I don't want to speak on how anybody feels because, like I said I cannot imagine, but I do know from what I'm hearing your mom loves you and you love her and what she needs is that. Your love." 

We both stand there staring at each other not knowing where this conversation is going. It feels as if we are stuck in time and whatever we do or say here doesn't matter. 

He gives me a bittersweet smile. His light brown eyes are hard not to get lost in, they draw me in like one of the stars dancing around us; blending in perfectly.

He speaks again. 

"I do owe you an explanation for why I acted that way that day." 

I almost forgot why I was here until he said that. 

I turn my head to look forward.

"Right." 

I shuffle my feet. 

"When I broke it off with nessa our family's weren't happy. The truth is a lot of our money comes from nessas. We may be loaded but the treatments for my mother cost as much as a house. Her sickness took a strain on my father and the business hasn't been doing too well either. I told you it was all about trying to find a perfect fit for her. At least that's what she's told, but I know the real reason is the money. I don't want to go through with this engagement but it's the only way to help my mom get better." 

He places his hand in his face.

I hesitantly hover my hand over his back before I decide to comfort him. I pat him on the back not knowing what else to do. 

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