There once was a girl whose eyes were the color of a cloud at midnight, whose hair was the shade of the stars, and whose skin was the color of the dark side of the moon. She wore the raiment of the sun, and in her bracelets, one could see reflected the entire universe. She was the epitome of a Galaxy Girl, but she was entirely human.

There once was a boy who was as plain as could be. His brown eyes matched his brown hair, which matched his sun-tanned skin. He was lanky and lean, and what muscles he had could not be seen through the thin fabric of his plaid shirt. He was only five foot seven, but he was not quite human.

The first time the Plain Boy laid eyes on the Galaxy Girl, he was surprised, shocked even, wondering how anyone could possibly steal someone’s breath away like this, locking it away somewhere that he could not reach, and burying it under layers of sand and a bright, red “X.” His heart beat rapidly in his chest, and he sputtered every time she came near him.

The Galaxy Girl dropped her pencil once near her locker, and the Plain Boy thought that he felt a connection when he scooped it up and handed it back, but she merely thanked him and turned away, hardly noticing his existence. The Plain Boy began to appear where she was, his schedule mimicking hers almost all the time, until soon enough, the Galaxy Girl could not help but notice his presence.

She dropped a pencil as a test, and within an instant, he was there, picking it up and giving it to her. And as she watched his face, her fingers brushed his by accident, and it seemed like a spark of electricity flowed through her. Jumping a little in surprise, she smiled her thanks at the Plain Boy, then waited for him to disappear around the hall again.

Turning to her friends, for she was troubled now, she began to ask them if they knew the name of the Plain Boy. None of them did, and none of them had the Plain Boy in their classes to have heard his name from roll call.

Intrigued by the mystery here, the Galaxy Girl left her circle of friends, inquiring of others what the name of the Plain Boy was. By the time lunch rolled around, the entire school was buzzing, many of them unsure who the Plain Boy actually was. He was mobbed at the lunch table, asked for his name, his schedule, his birthday, and his social security number. He did not like loud noises or people in general, so he fled in bewilderment, running into the park and climbing a tree to the very top.

While the rest of the school laughed and talked and ate, the Galaxy Girl stared out her window and watched the boy, before standing, leaving her plate where it was at, and walking outside.

The Plain Boy watched her approach, certain that he had been found out, and that he needed to return to the skies from whence he had come. However, the Galaxy Girl walked to the base of his tree, looking up for a moment, before climbing the tree next to his, and sitting alone in companionable silence.

Soon enough, he could not take it anymore, and he broke it first.

He told her that her hair was the color of the stars, her skin was the shade on the dark side of the moon, her lips were the color of first light, and her eyes had the look of a cloud on a midnight sky. He told her that she wore the clothing of the sun, and he could see the universe with a glance at her bracelets.

Thus, the Plain Boy told the Galaxy Girl that he had admired her from afar, and she sat in stunned silence.

He was just about to give up, when she asked him for his name.

Never before had the Plain Boy told anyone his name, but now he told the Galaxy Girl, leaning over to whisper it in her ear. Her eyes widened to hear it, and she turned back to ask the Plain Boy another question, but he was gone.