It is, that’s why I stare so much. Elliot didn’t really know what to say to that, he just gave a small smile in return and shifted uncomfortably. She didn’t really stare did she? He never really took the time to notice, and never thought she’d have a reason to. It felt strange, getting attention from another girl, but it wasn’t supposed to feel strange, like he was doing something bad. He was supposed to feel flattered—and he did… it was just that a part of him was always going to wish it could’ve been Elise who’d look at him the way Maisy did. “Well then let’s hope I never have to lose a leg,” he laughed. “Your fate’s got to be a little better than ending up as someone’s cane. You’re supposed to be the first dame who lands on the moon, remember? Don’t let a one legged man stop you, I’d never forgive you for it.”
"I'd only go to the moon if you cam with me. Besides, how ironic would it be for a boy with the name Starr in his last name to reach the stars?"




















