Wilder has an extra ticket to a party and invites his best friend Tristen to go with him. Tristen isn't quite thrilled but decides not to turn down his friend's offer.
'It's just a party. It's gonna be fun.' That's what Tristen thinks. Wilder, on th...
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So, Wilder left me to chat with that Rick dude, the host of this ah-mazing event. I was all alone at a party that was so cool I didn't even care I was alone anymore. For the first time in a while, I was enjoying life.
With a glass of margarita in my hand, I strolled around, capturing the awesomeness of the atmosphere. Everyone looked so chill and happy. I couldn't stop watching them. Being surrounded by happy people made me happy.
How many times did I say "happy" in one monologue? I didn't care, because, as I was saying, I was happy.
I walked around with a grin that perfectly explained what I was thinking, This is a nice party.
I passed two old men sharing a drink with two straws. It was odd, but I shrugged it off. Hey, at least they're happy.
My eyes caught two girls next to the dance stage, talking to one another. One of the girls had her hands all over the other girl.
What a cute friend, I thought. She's giving her friend a shoulder massage and fixing her makeup.
Then I admired another scene with two guys.
Aww. Look at those two bros not feeling ashamed to hold hands. I was amazed by their courage to show their bromance. Oh. Now they're hugging.
I was about to move on to the next scene, but I stopped dead on my track.Something didn't feel right about those two huggers.I turned back.I squinted my eyes and tilted my head to get a good look at them.
Did the blonde dude just squeeze the shorter guy's ass?
My eyes grew wide, and I almost dropped my drink, when an unexpected thing happened.
He kissed him!
Not just any kiss. He french kissed him. It was so passionate and intense that I had to peel my eyes away. A trapped voice in my throat wanted to shout, Ugh. Get a room.
"What the fuck is going on here?"
Wait a minute! I started to notice a pattern. Wait a fucking minute!
My breathing picked up as I scanned the guests' faces a second time, with a new view in my mind. I could feel the blood draining from my face. The panicky stares that my eyes sent left and right attracted a few gazes toward me, but I couldn't stop staring. I had to make sure that I wasn't imagining things.
Then I realized, Colors. Rainbow. Pride. June!
I gasped. "Noooo."
It's an LGBT+ pride party!
Suddenly, I felt the need to sit down, to take cover, to get the hell away from the crowd. I found an empty seat by the bar and sat on it.
My head throbbed. My anxiety levels were off the charts.
