Long Distance

Silent Party

I stared at my ignorant roommates. "There is no way in hell I'm going to another one of your parties."
"Please! You won't have to do anything!" Jess pleaded, fake tears clouding her sapphire eyes.
I sighed. "Fine, but only if I get to do nothing!"
Alexa rolled her eyes. "Maybe one game of-"
"I am not playing another one of your games after last time!" I motioned to my neon green hair, pouting at them.
Taking my phone with my and charger, I got into the drivers spot of the car, making the other two sit in the back. "If I'm coming I'm going to drive you guys to and from, as much as I hate you you're my only friends therefore you will not die."
They both put their hands over their hearts. "That's the sweetest thing you've said to us all week!" Alexa smiled. Jess nodded in agreement, wiping invisible tears from her eyes.
I rolled mine, starting the car and driving to the party. Once we were there, I broke off with them, walking up past the sexually active college kids and the twenty-two year old guys who aren't supposed to even be there. Pulling out my phone, I looked at the time. I've been here barely two minutes and I'm tired of this. I called Jess.
"Can we go?"
She gasped. "Eve! We just got here!"
"I've had enough social interaction for a good year."
Alexa took the phone. "Then stay upstairs where its quieter until we're ready to leave!"
I hung up. They're useless.

Walking around the party, I notice people. I notice things. Its much easier to observe when you're alone. You can see people, you can see their faces and read them as they fall in or out of love, into a state of comatose our fragile minds can't handle. You can see them, pure fire and lust, the need of the other's touch so important, so vital. You can see them, yelling, acting stupid, from the fermented juice we're convinced is cool, convinced we'll be free.
In the basement are Alexa and Jess, playing seven minutes in heaven with other guys and girls. A guy walks over to me, red solo cup in hand- and from the smell of his breath, it was beer.
"Hey, what's a pretty lady like you doing in a place like this?" He spoke with a slight slur, indicating intoxication.
I looked him dead in the eye, not feeling up to deal with this shit so late at night. Sighing, I decided to let him down gently.
"I'm gay." I walked away from a stunned man, cup spilling out beer onto the floor from surprise.
I looked behind me, smirking and sitting on a couch in a new room.

You see, I'm not actually gay. It's what I use to get guys to stop hitting on me- which isn't often. My sexuality? I don't know.
It usually works, there was one time where it didn't.

"C'mon babe, me, you, my car, a motel," A drunk guy tried to convince me to bang him. I looked at him.
"Sorry, I'm gay."
He shrugged. "Don't matter to me, you're gonna beg for me later on tonight."
I gave him a strange look. "No I'm not. Later tonight I'm going to be asleep in bed while my roommates puke their guts out."
His face stiffened. "Ew. That's gross." With that, he walked away.

But in my defense, he was a douchebag when sober, too.

I grabbed a red cup, filling it with ice water, and sitting back down on the couch, scrolling through Tumblr on my phone. I saw someone, they looked interesting.
So naturally, I did what any normal person would do. Internet stalk them until I found out if they're worthy friend material or not. They liked the same shows as me, had the same ships as me, same fandoms as me. I messaged them. Hey, I noticed your blog and looked through it. We apparently like the same things. Want to be friends?