My Homecoming Experience

Homecoming

After waiting for others at the entrance we finally went in. They did a pretty good job with the decorations.

I spent most of the time with my friends, while my brother spent all his time dancing with his girlfriend. I don't wanna admit it but I know that I felt sad. Liz wasn't there and I felt sad.

We would go in and out of the dance floor many times. Sometimes we would grab water. It was okay, but for most of the time I felt disconnected. I'm not really sad about that, maybe I'm just not the best at social situations... It was a strange feeling. I could sense the presence of everyone in the group, but I felt like they couldn't feel mine. I couldn't even feel mine.

The "DJ" played some pop, rap, and, because it's Texas, country music. Nothing too exciting. Eventually the group started to dissolve slowly... Now it's just me. It's okay I just hang out with the weirdos I used to hang out with last year. I stand there and watch them mess about like I always do. Then I see one of the girl from our group. She hadn't left yet... The dance floor is two steps lower than the rest of the ground, this makes a sort of pit. The walls of the pit aren't that high so I jump over the wall and run up to her.
"Hey."
"Oh hey, where's everyone else?" She asks.
"They all left, and I'm the only one left..."
"I'm thinking on leaving myself."
Then we akwardly just stand near each other until we drift away. I return to my group of old friends. Eventually I see the girl again, she still hasn't left. I decide to ask her to dance, so jump over the wall again and run up to her once more.

"Oh hey ****"
"Hi"
"You uh, wanna dance..?" She smiles and laughs as she says.
"Umm... No? Haha"
"Haha" I fake laugh to play it off.

Soon me and my brother meet up again and leave. His girlfriend's dad picks her up and she leaves. Not much later our dad picks us up and we make a  quick stop by the grocery store, then go home. It's 12:30pm or something by the time we get there. We kick off our shoes and change into our sleeping clothes. Then we sleep. I write all previous chapters in bed and continue in the morning and on Sunday night. Now I'm here. Writing.

Don't expect a happy ending. This is life not some cringy sappy teen K-pop fanfic. This is what happens.

You shouldn't expect everything to go your way, because not everything will go your way. There are no sad or happy endings to life.

The end.

(I'm worried that things with me and Liz are gonna be akward now...)