You hated these kinds of parties, especially when your mom forced you to go. Christmas was great and all, but the parties where everyone had to be peppy and there's all this food, most of which terrible cooks brought, and then the annoying old people that don't shut up. Your mom had a great cheerful atmosphere to her, as she rang the doorbell, and shivered with the plate of cookies in her hand. It wasn't long before her stupid, literally mentally retarded, boss opened up the door, inviting you inside. You both went in, escaping the cold, snowy outside. A boy about your age stood in the corner, alone, and with a red plastic cup in his hand. You followed your mom though, looking away from him. Another one of your mom's friends came up to you, and started talking your ear off, about absolutely nothing you could care about. You glanced back over to where the boy was, seeing that he was looking at you. He looked away when you caught him. Over the long amount of time that lady was blabbing on, you caught him watching you multiple times. You smiled, excusing yourself, and leaving her in the dust, to talk to the shy boy. "Hi." You introduced yourself, watching him awkwardly try to keep eye contact with you.
"Hi, I'm Calum."
"It's nice to meet you. I saw you staring at me a few times and I honestly would rather be taking to you than that old hag." He cracked a smile, and looked a bit more confident. "You know, I didn't really want to come, but my mom made me." He laughed.
"Same here! I love Christmas, but these things suck."
"I know exactly what you mean!
You're actually pretty cute, I'm not too sad about having to come anymore."
You blushed at his compliment, trying to hide the big smile on your face. "Thanks, you're kinda cute too."
"I guess this party turned out way better than what either of us expected."
"Way better."
