wall·flow·er
ˈwôlˌflou(ə)r/
noun: wallflower; plural noun: wallflowers
2. informal
a person who has no one to dance with or who feels shy, awkward, or excluded at a party.
Y/N POV:
'What the hell am I doing here?'
I asked myself. I looked around to see if anyone else was being a wallflower with me, but sadly I was the only one that didn't want to be here. "Y/N COME ON HAVE SOME FUN" my best friend Rowan yelled over the music "No thank you" I said she frowned and left. Then a guy walked in. He seemed to be dragged into this horrible environment people call a party. He had a beanie on and a sweater he clearly was not expecting to come here. He greeted Rowan since it was her party afterwards, his eyes searched for a place to sit, but since the house was packed he ended up leaning up against a wall he looked around and his eyes inevitably ended up to where I was 'wow he's attractive' I thought. We just stood there staring at each other. After, a good 7 seconds I awkwardly waved to him and he, in return waved back. He then took out his phone from his pocket and did who knows what as I continued being the only thing I could be at a party: a wallflower.
I looked around the all too familiar house, nothing had changed, but then again nothing ever changes. "Hi" someone said snapping me out of my own little daydream. It was the guy. "..um hi" I said awkwardly, he smiled at me and at that moment I didn't know what to do except stare. His complexity was without a doubt amazing and he has those stormy blue eyes to which you would never want to see filled with anger because they seemed so mesmerizing. "My name is Reed" he said pulling me out of my trance "Hi, yeah my name is y/n and I'm sorry I already said hi I was caught off guard and I didn't know what to d-" he cut me off by chuckling "Don't be sorry it's okay" he reassured me "I'm such a wallflower" I said "Oh, I've found another of my kind" he smiled 'yeah except I'm ugly and you're not and oh my god your smile is breathtaking' I thought to myself "I mean Rowan calls me pessimistic, but I prefer the term wallflower." I said "I know exactly how you feel" he said and looked around not intending to find anything appealing. Then again I'm assuming things because he just called himself a wallflower he could just be searching for someone better to talk to, to which I wouldn't mind because I am in fact extremely awkward. He stopped looking and turned to me once more "I'd like to be friends, could we perhaps exchange numbers?" He asked "It'd be a privilege to be friends with another wallflower" I said as we exchanged phone numbers and for the rest of the night we talked about how much we hated being there and found out what else we had in common.
Oh, the perks of being a wallflower.
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-Lisbett
