Virtually In Love With You

Just Give Me A Reason

"Sooo... can you sing?"

Claire choked on her fancy sangria. "Oh god no."

I stared at her. "Why are we here then?"

"To embarass you."

#confusion

"But... I'm good at singing."

"Keep telling yourself that Nate."

Wait what.

Whatever, women are confusing.

I took a swig of my manly drink (peach schopz was manly, right?) and nodded at Andrew, who was snickering loudly. 

"What?"

"Nothing," he drawled. "Just wondering if you're gonna perform Want U Back."

Dude, what happened to the Bro Code?

"No," I hissed. "I am not."

Claire glanced between us. "What?"

"Nothing, hon," I reassured her.

"Nothing indeed," Andrew agreed. "A big, fat nothing that involves Cher Lloyd."

Wtf Andrew.

I glared at him as Claire looked confused.

"Want another drink?"

*

How do I get myself into these situations?

Here I was, clinging to the microphone pole thing . What do they even call these things? Seriously, what?

I took another shot of peach shnopz and staggering over to the guy who manned the booky thing.

"Show me whatcha got," I slurred. 

He rolled his eyes, muttered 'stupid, lonely drunk' and handed me the book.

"I'll have you know I gots myself a girlfriend," I informed him. "She's right there!"

I pointed at Claire. "CLAIRE! HEY CLAIRE!'

She looked up, saluted me, and turned back to whatever she was doing.

The guy rolled his eyes again.

"Your eyes are going to get stuck like that," I told him.

"Shut up and choose your song."

"God, no need to snap," I grumbled, taking the book. "Hmm... oh yes, this one."

He snickered at me. "Go ahead."

I smirked, adjusted my bowtie (I like bowties, bowties are cool) and waited for the music to start.

"TURN AROUND! EVERY NOW AND THEN I GET A LITTLE BIT LONEY AND YOU'RE NEVER COMIN' ROUND! TURN AROUND!"

Claire was laughing at me as I wailed into the mic.

I paused halfway through the song. "Claire, come on up here."

She shook her head, making a face.

"Aw, come on! We'll do a duet!"

A beauitful thought entered my mind and I dramatically threw my mic to the ground.  "STOP THE MUSIC!"

The guy groaned and stopped the muisc as I bounded down and swept her into my arms, whispering my idea in her ear.

She sighed. "Fine. But only because it's you."

I beamed and gave a sloppy cheek kiss. "Okay!'

The music started and she took the mic.