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Y/N POV

I'm still mad that Y/B/F/N made me come to this stupid party. I could be home with the love of my life, The Vampire Diaries. But no, I had to come to the party to "meet an actual guy". Why can't I sit in my bed watching Ian Somerhalder and Paul Wesley beat people's asses?

The party is at an abandoned warehouse and its lit up with UV lights to create the glow in the dark effect. Everyone's sporting paint all over their bodies with little clothing.

Not my type of thing.

I see a guy sitting at a table on his phone. Maybe this could count as "meet a guy".

"Hey" I say after sliding into the seat next to him.

"Oh um- hi" he jumps almost dropping his phone.

"I'm Y/N"

"Stuart."

"Nice to meet you Stuart"

"Stuck here because of a friend?"

"Accurate. You?"

"Indeed."

"So Stuart, tell me your story"

"Well I'm in the internship program at Google. I'm stuck with two trees, a man child, and a hyperactive bitch"

"Interesting."

"What about you Y/N"

"Well I'm kinda trying to figure that out. I moved in with Y/B/F/N last month and have been trying to find my 'calling'"

"Well tonight isn't the night to think about that is it?"

"I guess not"

"C'mon"

"What?"

"Let's go dance. I wanna see the fun Y/N"

"Okay Stuart. Whatever you say."

I got up and grabbed Stuart's hand as we walked to the center of the warehouse to go to the dance floor.

There's multiple electronic songs on and Stuart dances awkwardly, making me laugh.

I dance with him.

And at the end of the night, there's a new number in my phone.

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