It was an understatement to say that you were out of place at this party. You were dragged along to this party by your best friend and honestly you were regretting coming in the first place but you owed her.
You were leaned up against the wall with a cup of something in your hand. Fiddling with your braids. Everyone was either drinking, dancing, or smoking something. You honestly just wanted to leave. But your friend was your ride so you
couldn't.
Then your eyes locked with a pair of hazel ones from across the room. He looked about 19. So just your age. His skin was a medium beige. He had a a pair of loose jeans with a white tee on and a barley visible wife-beater underneath. A gold chain rested on his chest and a blunt in his hand.
His eyes scanned up and down your body. Analyzing the way your black dress clung to your body ,the way your slightly big jacket hid some of your figure, the way your braids fell across your shoulders. You were the first to break eye contact and walked down the hall to find a chair or something so you could sit down.
You had no luck downstairs so upstairs you went. Room after room. Walking in on some traumatizing shit. You finally found a balcony that overlooked the backyard. You plopped on the chair and went on your phone.
You scrolled for about 5 minutes when you heard the sliding door open. You turned around to find the same pair of hazel eyes from before.
"Oh my bad - I didn't know someone was out here! I can go!"
"No- it's ok I don't mind." you say scooting over your chair to make room for him. He sat down and breathed out a puff of smoke before tossing his blunt in the ashtray. "So what's your name? He asks leaning back in the chair. "Y/N. you say relaxing your muscles a bit.
"Tan hermosa como tú," he mumbles to himself.
"Huh?. "Nothin" he says. "I'm Connie". He says reaching out his hand. Not wanting to seem rude you give him your hand and he swiftly brings it towards him and gives it a quick peck.
With his hazel eyes looking up at you. Inside you were screaming your big ass head off ,outside you were giving him a smile that showed off your small dimples. "Why you out here all by yourself ma?" He asked while brushing his hand across his head ruffling his short hair a bit.
"Just had to get out of there. The smell of weed and cheap ass cologne was starting to become to much." You say with a laugh. Connie took a quick sniff of his shirt.
"Yeah I feel you on that. My friends were acting crazy." He says. "You don't smoke do you?" He asks while his eyes scan you up and down. "Nah I do occasionally. Just not really in the mood for it tonight." You say leaning back against your chair.
He nods, standing up and leaning against the railing of the balcony. He looks up at the sky. Admiring the stars that scattered across it like paint on a canvas. He then turns his head to you and nudges it over signaling for you to join him.
You follow suit and join him. "It's beautiful." You say staring up at the star spangled sky. "Poop is Yeah it is he say's almost like she's in a dreamy voice.
His voice was laced with a sweetness and bit of lust to it with a hint of an accent that almost went unheard unless you truly listened.
You looked over at at him to find his eyes focusing on you. Or rather your lips. Decorated with your favorite flavored lip gloss and a faint lip liner.
