Your walking to a party in the neighborhood that you heard about in school. It was a saturday night and you didn't want to be around your parents more then you needed to so you decided to check it out. You didnt know if you had to have an envitation but by the drunken kids on the front lawn you came up with the conclusion it wasnt one of those parties. You wore a sleeveless shirt, black (jeans or shorts) a simple choker and some converses, no need to dress fancy.
As you walk up the stone stairs to the open door, your heart starts to beat faster seeing all the people in there. You've never been a big people person, only have having a couple friends now and then. Yes, the party had less people then in school, but here people were loud and drunk. You take a couple steps through the door, stopping to look around and take it the setting. It was your average shitty high school party : neon lights, drunk kids, couples making out and no room to breath.
You sigh as you slowly walk through the crowd. You wander around over to the kitchen to get some random drink that you dont even wanna know whats inside it. You grab a plastic cup and scoop some of the drink up but as you look up someone catches your eye. You couldnt see their face, but it looked like a guy. He had shaggy brown hair, and was wearing jeans and a black shirt. He was glancing around, like he was deciding where to go. You tried to keep your eyes on him, but he was soon overcrowded by everyone and you lost him.
"are you get some or not?" some random guy says in a bitchy voice as he pushes you away from the punch and grabs some for himself. He has some stupid mullet with a white shirt and bright red shorts.
"ever heard of patience?" you scoff at him, but he just walks away with his cup. You thought you heard him say "faggot" but you werent sure. It made you mad, but you had to expect it from sum white guy with a mullet at a highschool party.
Your left standing there for a couple seconds, wondering what to do, but then you remember that guy that you saw. He peaked your intrest for some reason, he intrigued you and you wanted to find him. You head towards the crowd taking a deep breath as you push yourself into the group of dancing, yelling people. When you manage to get out of the crowd, your met with a pair of big open doors leading to the back yard. You assumed that guy would be out here so you walk out to the big grassy lawn.
It was a big house and there was a pool so there was quite a few kids hanging out here. Your eyes scan the yard, urgently searching for this mysterious guy. Even without a look at his face, he intrigued you so much. Maybe it was the way he walked or how he was looking around, also searching for someone or something. As you step down a couple of stairs, you hear someone start talking.
"I saw you, looking for me i mean." You look to your right and about ten feet away, the boy youve been looking for is leaning against the white house looking at you with a cigarette in between his fingers. His face was so unique, nothing like you've seen before. His partly paled skin complemented his pretty but also cold eyes. His small oval glasses. His big nose and slightly curved side profile. He had such a fragile prettiness to him. You stand there for a couple second, your face turning warm but you snap out of it and head towards him, watching him bring the cigarette to his mouth. You stop a couple feet away from him and sit on the grass, putting your back against the wall.
"Didnt mean to look creepy" you half laughed half whispered. You look up at him, and he looks down at you, the eye contact making you a bit nervous.
"whyd you follow me?" he says, you could tell he wasnt mad or weirded out. Just curious. You thought for a moment, not sure WHAT youd say.
"dunno, guess you looked kinda lost, kinda alone." You shrug as you pull out your own pack of cigs, taking one out and cupping the flame as you light it.
"Well you got one of those right," he admits. As you look up again you ask,
"which one?" He takes the cig out of his mouth and looks at you.
"The alone one." Your stomach fills with butterflies from his eye contact, but you look down to try and stop it.
"Im Paul." The boy says. Paul, you think to yourself. An old name for a young guy, funny.
"[your name]." You respond.
"Y/N" He repeates just like you but outloud.
"Correct," you laugh, "so you here with anyone?" You ask trying to get to know Paul. He just shakes his head and slides down the wall, sitting anext to you. He doesnt talk too much, but you still try to make convorsation. You guys chat just about random stuff things like school and jobs for a bit when he says something that startles you.
"I like your hair. Looks cool on you." You blush a little as you look down. You thank him and tell him you like his glasses. They would look kinda funny on someone else, but on him they fit.
"Wanna try em?" Paul asks which suprises you. Hes being more friendly then a little while ago. You say sure as he takes them off and puts them on you. He takes a look at you and laughs.
"You look like a nerd" he teases, smiling slightly, his eyes gleaming.
"Pff, says you. You look like you take coding classes," You joke, but he actually nods in agreement. You were a little skeptical about coming to this party at first, but this boy is making you change your mind. Just him talking makes you happy, kind of warm. You give him back his glasses as you guys laugh again. You guys are just chatting some more, when paul looks at something behind you. As you look back you see that the guy who pushed you away from the punch earlier is staring at you.
"Your that faggot!" he yells at you slowly walking towards you and Paul. Hes obviously drunk, and his eyes look crazy.
"You spilled punch on my shirt!!" He yells, grabbing his shirt and pointing at it. There literally wasnt anything on it, so you werent sure what he was going on about but he kept yelling. The yelling scared you a bit, making you lean back a little. You accidently bump into Paul and you were about to say sorry but he just laid his hand on your right shoulder. The small touch made you smile and blush, even when you were getting yelled at.
"It that your boyfriend?!" He points at Paul, you guys both looking at eachother for a couple second. He removes his hand as his face goes a very faint red, but you could see it clearly against his pale skin.
"What the fuck do you want?" Paul yells but the guy interupts him.
"IM GUNNA KILL YOU BOTH" he yells and starts running towards you guys.
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brrrr we gotta go 🏃
