"No, having the roof off is much better. We can see the stars this way." He said as his hand went to stroke her hair. It was really beautiful out, now that it was no longer raining. Rhys loved rain, but yesterday was plenty for him. He kissed her temple and pulled her closer, enjoying the way she felt against him. The urge to continuously tell her he loved was strong, but he quelled it, opting for the beauty of the starry night sky above them. "I used to want to be an astronaut when I was younger." He whispered to her, unsure of why he was whispering in the first place. It was almost as if talking too loud would ruin the moment.
Maybe he was right. The stars were beautiful, when the clouds didn't cover them anyway. She smiled at his touch, and posed no struggle to being pulled closer to Rhys because she did love to feel his heartbeat under her and the heat from his body moving onto hers. Most of all she just loved that they were together there at that moment. Freddie almost asked why he was whispering, but then she stopped herself. The night was so quiet that maybe if he talked normally it would feel too loud. Smiling, Freddie took his hand and placed it on her stomach, stroking the back of it with her fingers. "Every boy did when they were little. Something about space being so close yet so far, and how we were all taught to fear and respect it, and look up in amazement." She mused, looking up at the stars. Kind of like the way I look at you when you're not looking she thought, sighing. "Why did you quit wanting to be one?" She finally asked. Because if she could see anyone up there being amazing and with his head deep above the clouds, it was Rhys.
"I wanted to be a professional swimmer when I realized I could do it so easily." But that wasn't for her, now was it? Her life would have been so different if she had gone that route.
For a moment, he looked up at the stars and appreciated the beauty that surrounded him. He had the most beautiful, amazing girlfriend in the world in his arms and the comfort of the sky above them. It was very peaceful.
When he heard her thoughts, he smiled widely. Rhys wanted to tell her that he felt the exact same, but then he would give his secret away and that was not the best idea at the moment. "You know, I don't really know. I just stopped reaching for it." And my grades dropped because I couldn't focus thanks to hearing everybody's thoughts at school. He knew that he would never be able to focus enough and while the idea of being out in space for a few years was amazing, that would be a few years away from his loved ones. "Being an astronaut seems a bit too complicated for me anyways. I think I'll stick to music for now." He said as he smiled.
He kissed her forehead before he spoke. "I could totally see you doing that. Why didn't you take that route?"
It was, indeed, very peaceful except for the fact that it was that exact same reason that made Freddie not want to go home - ever - much less tonight, and she knew this was probably kind of impossible. And that made her sad, even if she wasn't telling him. She didn't want him to feel obligated to do something crazy like stay with her all night in the car, or whatever she ended up doing. "Well, for what it's worth music suits you really well. And even though it's not my thing, for you I'll go groupie. Hardcore." Better her than some other bimbo whore.
Shrugging, Freddie pulled Rhys' hand to her face and kissed it. "Eh, I don't know. It kind of went the way of a hobbie, while music and painting went from hobbies to dreams, I guess."