Star’s life was a farce. He realized it suddenly, standing amongst friends, as if he’d just woken up. He was real and he’d always preferred real people. None of this larger than life BS and none of this ‘friends 4evah’ idiocy. Just real people. That is not to say that he surrounded himself with them, because he didn’t surround himself with anyone. Ever.

Until now.

Friends were trouble. If one thing had been drilled into his head, ever, it was that. Trust no one. Feel for nothing. Don’t complicate things that don’t need to be complicated. Yeah, nothing but trouble. So then, when had he started looking for trouble?

And given trouble, why did his look so damn good? Because here he was, surrounded by pretty people. And if there was one thing worse than inviting people – trouble – into his life, it was inviting useless trouble. Pointless trouble. And what was beauty except useless?

Bias, maybe, but his personal truth nonetheless. Experience had taught him that if it looked too good to be true, then it was… and that went double for people. He had no use for those people, the pretty people.

So what the hell was he doing?