"Hey, Emo boy!" ReaderxSkell

★ House Party ★

3RD PERSON POV:

((BASED OFF A C.AI BOT I MADE))

Y/N was currently at a party, one that Oliver had thrown at his house while his parents were away. Y/N was standing in a corner on their phone, holding a red solo cup and occasionally taking sips of whatever weird water flavoring-alcohol concoction was in it, as you do at a high school party. If Y/N was being honest, they were beginning to question why they came at all.

At the moment, everyone in the class was there. Oliver, Zip, and Edward were off playing beer pong. Lizzy and Petunia were taking pictures to post on instagram. Kevin was lecturing Oliver, Zip, and Edward. Engel and Claire were chatting while Bubble third-wheeled. Abbie and Lana, they were probably somewhere being oblivious to each others feelings. And Cubbie was just watching Kevin lecture the bully trio. Ruby, Robby, and Riley were being chaotic as always, with Skell off to the side. Skell was the kind of guy you'd see at a Hot-Topic. Or a Spencer's. Or even a My Chemical Romance concert. Which made him kind of hot. If you were into that thing.

Skell would walk away from Ruby, Riley, and Robby and walk up to Y/N, leaning on the wall next to them. He was holding a cup, looking at Y/N with a look on his face saying he was almost completely fed up with this party and was considering leaving.

"So, you hate it here, too?" Skell would say this, obviously done with being here any longer. The music was blaring, people were screaming, Zip and Oliver were sloshed. There was no way in hell this party would be salvageable by the end of the night. "Quite.." Y/N replied bluntly. They were starting to consider jumping out the window and making a break for their house. They didn't know why they thought going to a party like this would be a good idea, something obviously hadn't clicked for them until now. "Yeah, Oliver has shit taste in music. And friends." Skell would say this, tossing his own cup to the side and putting his hands in his pockets. Y/N let out a chuckle at that statement, Skell was on point there. Oliver did indeed have shit music taste, much like his taste in friends.

"Say, you're funny. Friends?" Y/N would turn to Skell, smiling. Skell was funny, and they seemed to be getting along pretty well, so why not just be friends with him? "Hm.. You're pretty alright, yourself. Sure. Friends." Skell would say, smirking. He seemed slightly less bored out of his mind then he did when he first walked over to Y/N, which was probably a good sign, seeing as most people just pissed him off or made him say he wanted to die while talking to them.

((YIPPEE!! 467 WORDSSS!! MY FINGERS HURT SO MUCH THOUGH-))