By the time I arrived at the party, it was already late-or at least, it felt late to me. I'm usually the first to show up, like some sort of nerd, always helping the host get things ready. It was 7:50 PM.
Everyone was already having a blast. Some people were drinking and holding it together, while others were drunk and dancing. Couples were kissing in every corner, people were playing games, and a few brave souls were swimming. It was a wild night.
I made my way through the chaos, weaving through the crowd as if I knew the place by heart. At one point, some guy almost fell right on top of me-it was ridiculous, but hilarious!
Not really knowing what to do or who to talk to, I poured myself a glass of the wine I'd brought and leaned against the counter, watching everyone else. Honestly, I enjoyed just being an observer. It was fun watching everyone let loose like this. I'd never experienced this level of excitement before-I usually spent my time alone at the library, flipping through comic books or devouring horror novels. That was my idea of a good time.
If not that, I'd go to the theater solo or occasionally sit at the park, watching the old guys play chess. Sometimes, I'd play video games with a few online friends.
And here I was, at this party, realizing just how much I'd isolated myself from my classmates. I lived the life of an old lady trapped in a young woman's body. The thought made me laugh out loud-hysterically, even-until I suddenly heard a voice ask, "What's so funny?"
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The best man
ChickLitLily and Conor have been inseparable since their university days, bound by a deep friendship that has weathered the test of time. While Conor appreciates Lily's presence in his life and the comfort of their relationship, he remains oblivious to the...
