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silly smile never leaves his face. The moon acts as his spotlight, making sure the world sees his smile. He completely lights up the dark night.
    “Favorite song of all time?” he asks.
    “‘Bleeding Butterflies’ by Sebastian’s Shadow,” I answer.
    I feel like I’m bleeding butterflies these days. Sebastian’s Shadow was onto something. Maybe they could see into the future and knew that Spaceships Around Saturn would form and become famous, and every girl in the entire universe from Earth to Saturn would bleed butterflies any time one of the SAS boys was in the vicinity.
    “You’re a Shadow fan? Isaac Torrey is the reason I learned to play guitar,” he says.
    Oh my God. He is a fan of my favorite band in the entire world. No one around here listens to Sebastian’s Shadow. Well, none of my friends do anyway. Sebastian’s Shadow is too screamy, too dark, too emo, too whatever for my friends. No one that I know appreciates awesome guitar riffs or deep, symbolic lyrics, but Milo Grayson does!
    “I love them,” I say, almost too fast. “They’ve been my favorite band for the last three years. I saw them last year, and they were amazing live. And they’re the nicest people ever.”
    Milo nods much too quickly.
    “I met them backstage at an awards show ,” he says. “I completely got all star-struck and froze and could barely talk to Isaac. He’s so underrated. He’s a musical genius.”
    I can’t imagine Milo ever being star -struck. He’s more famous than Isaac Torrey could ever imagine being. I smile at the thought of Milo being tongue-tied and starry-eyed.
    “I have a picture of me with Isaac,” I say. “It was at the meet and greet before their show. My ex-boyfriend accused me of cheating on him when I posted it on Facebook. It was the greatest compliment ever.”
    “Well maybe I need to take you with me to the next event where I may cross paths with Sebastian’s Shadow. You can introduce me and help me get the words out,” Milo says.
    Hopefully that spotlight of a moon isn’t casting down on me. I’m the one who’s tongue- tied and starry-eyed now. Thankfully Milo is more concerned with catching fireflies.
    “Your turn,” Milo says.
    Every Saturnite out there probably knows the answer, and Emery could tell me over breakfast, but I ask him anyway.
    “The bromance with Tate – what gives? You seem closer to Noah,” I say.
    He laughs and nods.
    “I am closer to Noah,” he admits. “But when we first got signed, for some reason I ended up next to Tate in most of our promo pictures, and because my arm was usually around him, the fans ran with it.”
    “ Ohhhh, so Noah is more of your type then?” I can’t help myself.
    “Hey now,” Milo says. “You didn’t want to tell me your type, so I can’t possibly feel comfortable telling you mine.”
     
    Thirteen fireflies and too many questions later, my butterflies have settled. He’s told me about his family, growing up in Canada, and that his favorite color is blue. He prefers Italian dressing over Ranch, and his favorite parts of being in a boyband are the brotherhood, the whole ‘living your dream’ bit, and the fans. The worst parts? No privacy, no sleep, and the fans. If my brain didn’t remind me every three seconds that he’s famous and perfect and on Emery’s bedroom wall, he could totally pass for a super cool, regular human boy.
    He unzips the flimsy door to Emery’s tent while I hold the sparkling jar.
    “Ladies first,” he says, motioning me to go inside.
    I crawl into the tent, and Milo’s silhouette enters behind me. He sits down across from me before zipping us inside. We fall into darkness minus the little speckles of light in my hand.
    “So,” Milo says from somewhere within the tent. “What’s the deal with Godfrey? I thought butlers wore tuxedos and were unbelievably proper.”
    I laugh. Godfrey was here before I was. Sometimes people mistake him for our grandfather, and we just let them think he is.