So, this one is a bit different. I didn't want to focus on romance and more...something. I want to adapt on this and, though it isn't that good, I like writing more dialogue-based stories. They're actually really relaxing and since I've been constantly pumping out stories daily I deserve something simple.
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'I have a question.'
'And what might that question be?'
'Why the fuck did I let you convince me to go to a stupid party?' I complained, tugging at the thick red leather jacket that clung to my strapless black dress like life to a cancer patient. I sat in the passenger side of my step-brothers car, grumbling to myself for letting him convince me into leaving the house. Devin let out an obvious sigh, taking one hand off the wheel just to reach into his pocket and pluck a strawberry lollipop from it.
'Because I'm 19 and single. I wanna go meet somebody and mom will kill me if I go without my baby sister. Now take this and shut up.' I swiped the candy from his hand, unwrapping it and placing it in my mouth as he continued to blabber on.
'I'm not your baby sister, I'm 18.'
'Oh shush I'll start treating you like an adult when you start acting like one.' He rebelled, slowing into the driveway of his friends house. 'Have you met Ricky before?'
'I don't know and don't care. Just go get laid before I start walking home.'
'Love you too, (Y/n).' Devin rolled his eyes, opening the drivers door and slipping out of the car. I followed after him, my eyes staying glued to my own black heels. I heard Devin knock against the dark wooden door. I could already hear intense techno music blaring over my thoughts and concerns. The door quickly swung open, revealing one of Devin's friends, Josh.
'S-Sup!' He burped loudly. He was barely able to keep himself standing with all the alcohol in his system and it made me nervous. Devin greeted him before stepping inside, me following quickly behind him. All I could smell was alcohol and horny teenagers that had probably never heard of deodorant in their lives. It revolted me to see the unholy amount of men whistling at the young girl clutching onto her brothers jacket like her life depended on it. I suddenly regretted wearing a black dress that was above my knees.
'(Y/n), go socialise with somebody!' My brother demanded, prying my hand off of him.
'I-I don't know anyone...'
'Not my problem.' He finished, waltzing away from me.
'Your brother is a bit of a dick, huh?' Someone spoke behind me, catching my attention. I didn't look at them, only keeping my head down and speeding to the nearest wall. Everybody was crowded in the centre of the room, leaving me with the favourite spot for wall-flowers. There was no denying I had social anxiety but of course, my mum wouldn't believe my councillor and made me leave the house anyway. I curled up into a ball, pressing my knees against my chest. I could feel the loud bass thudding in my chest and it only made me more anxious. Tears were welling in my eyes already and I hadn't even been inside for five minutes. I tried not to look like I was internally panicking but it was hard when all I could think about was my fear of loud noises. Behind my tough persona was a frightened child.
'Hello? Are you okay?' I heard somebody ask, plopping down into the spot beside me. I tensed, trying not to reveal to him the tears that were beginning to spill from my eyes. 'Did you...want to sit in my room for a bit? No one is in there and I'll leave you alone.' I still didn't speak, only lifting my head and nodding. The man beside me had almost wavy black hair that was decorated with a grey beanie and gentle blue eyes that made me feel slightly less tense. His skin was ghostly pale and he held two red party cups in his hands. He stood up, knees slightly shaky and hands gripping the cups as hard as he could without spilling them. 'Follow me, okay?' I stood up and clutched desperately onto his white button up shirt that was barely tucked into his black skinny jeans. He led me through the crowds of hormonal teens and into the first door in the hallway. Like he said, there was nobody in there. He shut the door behind us and crept over to his bedside table, planting the two drinks down on it. 'I hope I don't seem creepy...you just looked lonely so I came to give you a drink and then I noticed you were shaking...'
'I-It's okay...I-I'm sorry, m-my brother dragged me here and h-he left me a-and I have anxiety...' I blurted, staying close to the beautiful man. He frowned, turning around and holding his hand out for me.
'Did you...want me to take your jacket?'
'I-It's fine...I just...I don't know...If I go home Devin will get in trouble but if I stay I'll get worse...' I was still trembling, my mind was replaying the images of my past over and over.
'I could...um...I could get everyone to go home.'
'B-But then they'll hate me for making you do it...'
'Then...lets go to the park. You'll be away from everyone and Devin won't get in trouble.' He took my hand in his, leading me over to his window before pushing it open.
'What about your guests?'
'Oh I hate almost everyone here. Let them wallow in puke and piss while I waltz with a pretty broken little lady.'
