Party ¦Maylor

October 31st (III)

The two boys' heart started beating faster with nervousness when they heard muffled music in the ruin and dim light of kerosene lamps on the stairs that led to the basement. Laughs and talks of people made quite a noise which got louder as they neared.

Roger stormed through the crowd, getting people out of his way. There were many people smoking and already making out on the ground floor, Clare shrugged and stayed there, smoothly leaning against the wall next to a boy with a cig. But the best party was in the basement.

The blond finally got to the basement and managed to break through to his friends sitting in the center of the room.

"Did you get everything done without us?" he asked, getting Fred's and Deaky's attention. Far in the back Brian was trying to squeeze between the people in the way in which he wouldn't touch anyone too much.

"Yeah." shrugged Fred taking a hit of his joint. "Couldn't wait forever."

"Why don't like ninety percent of people here have a costume?" Brian shot out of the crowd, standing beside Roger. The latter looked around and shrugged.

"They think they're too cool to dress up, but reality is, dressing up makes you cool." he answered, nodding his head. The music wasn't too loud but yet he didn't hear Brian saying anything back. Roger looked at his friend beside him and found him staring forward at the person sitting on the arm of Fred's armchair.

"Chris?!" Brian and Roger were dumbfounded. Not because they didn't even know Chris is gonna be there, well, that too, but Chris' look was the most surprising thing of all.

His beard and moustache were shaved. Beautiful dark hair was styled in gentle waves, held back by a bobby pin on one side of his head. His eyes were looking much bigger with the eyeliner, eyeshadow and whatever else he used. The pattern of it was ridiculous but somehow pretty alluring. The blush made his cheekbones look softer and at the same time more prominent. The baby pink color was also on his lips, marking the shape of them.

His outfit was even more ridiculous and alluring. White sweater and baby pink skirt plus white woolen stockings. His shoes were regular heavy brown boots and it only added to the amusing character of his look.

"Wow." Brian felt goosebumps on his skin. He didn't care if it was wrong that he felt that towards Chris while he was there with Roger. That Latin looking motherfucker had all the straight and queer people wrapped around his pinky.

"Holy shit, you're so hot." Roger ran his hands through his hair. At that moment he forgot about the hate towards Chris he felt some time ago. He forgot that this bitch tried to steal his man. Hell, he even forgot that Brian was here right beside him. "My God, Fred! You are always the luckiest one!" he pointed towards his friend, who smugly let his hand fall onto Chris' tigh.

"Yeah, I consider myself lucky as fuck." he answered, looking up at Chris. The younger boy was facing away, pretending to not be bothered by the compliments.

"Excuse me?" Brian was ripped out of staring at Chris by the sudden hit of realisation. Roger looked at him with furrowed eyebrows, but then got what was that about.

"He's the luckiest one right after me." Roger smiled, eyeing Brian from feet to head. "Because I bet you'd pull off that outfit better than Chris." he shot a short glance at the boy next to Fred and his eyes returned to the brunet in front of him. "Yeah, I bet."

Brian scoffed, touching the side of Roger's face, making it go warm and red.

"Well, you'll just have to wait and see." he patted the blond's cheek gently, then turned around and walked off to find the drinks. Roger wanted to call after him but closed his mouth, let the air out of his nose and quickly followed Brian through the crowd.