Men Love.

Meeting New Love Interest

"I'm glad, John."

Doug being constantly glad when John mentioned anything about party made it clear about how much he felt guilty for leaving him. Not that John cared anymore but being reminded every time Doug called him had made him somewhat depressed over the week.

Now it was the weekend and John wasn't about to feel down because Doug was glad he was moving on.

He smirked when the to walk sign came on and he said, "Well, I've got to go now. I'm already at the club."

"Okay. I've got something to do anyways. Later John."

"Yeah." He hung up and exhaled when he came in front of the building he needed to enter.

Taking a swig from his cigarette, he blew out and tossed what was left on the floor and stepped on it before entering into the club. From almost a few miles away, John could hear the loud music blaring from the building he was in, but no one seemed disturbed by it seeing as the street was packed with stores that were close and fast food joint that had so many people in it. St ZWipes was one of the noisiest streets in his town and being invited by his friends to go to the club allowed him the chance to finally be in it.

Sidekick by WALK THE MOON roared in the huge hall. People were dancing pretty crazy on the dance floor and the bar was packed. With people bumping into him and girls that walked by winking at him, John was tempted to leave. He wasn't comfortable with the amount of people in there making it suddenly hard for him to breath.

But not wanting to let his friends down, he walked across the entrance and straight into the bar. He slowly walked past the people sitting by the bar, hoping one of his friends would notice him. Then his phone rang and he sighed with relief when Matthew, his colleague's ID came up. He answered as he walked into a hallway with less noise, "Matt, where are you?"

"Hey man. Sorry I didn't call earlier. We cancelled because Timothy called sick. We moved it to next Friday."

John felt deflated. They had raised his hope about a good fun only to cancel when he had already gotten there. He ran a hand over his face and breathed sharply. "Ok. Funny how I'm already at the club."

Matt's disturbing laugh was heard from the speaker. "Really? Then you really must have been excited. You should have fun then. You know, that club has rooms upstairs... just in case you get lucky."

John only rolled his eyes. "Good night Matthew."

"Oh you're mad. Man, I'm sorry. Timothy just called and I was already on my way. Now I've got to stay since Tina's been staying over."

"It's good. See you tomorrow."

"Starbucks?"

"Tim Hortons."

"Okay." Matthew hung up.

Sighing, John wondered how many times he had done that action since he decided to leave home. That is both from relief and anxiousness.

Slipping his phone back into his coat pocket, he started to leave the corner he had hidden himself when a group of boys came in, blocking his exit. He clenched his jaw as he waited for the boys to finally notice a man behind them was trying to get out. With the loud music and all of them shouting to get their words across, they didn't hear John when he started yell for them to move.

Rolling his eyes again, he pushed past the crowd, earning displeased yells from them but he didn't care at the moment because he did try to let them know he was there.

Now that John had room to breathe, instead of leaving the club like he had thought he would, he found himself walking back to the bar and luckily there was a seat for him. He ordered shots for himself and watched as people danced provocatively on the dancefloor. He would have loved to join but he couldn't dance and he wasn't drunk enough to not care.