It'll be fun they said, go to the party they said. Currently standing in a corner, awkwardly pretending to check a text on my phone isn't what I'd call fun. After much deliberation I decided I could just go to the bathroom and hang out, get away from the alchohol smell and bumbling idiots.
I head to bathroom, as I reach for the the door I hear muffled talking, no, that's sobbing, definitely some weakass sobbing. I knock and gently ask "hey, um, are you okay, if you're not actually doing anything could I come hide with you?" No response. Then I hear "hehe, why not." There's shuffling, the door knob wiggles and in front of me is, a puffy eyed, Latina looking boy, wearing a glasses and a black shirt, written cross it is CREEPS, in bold, maybe glow in the dark font.
He closes the door behind me and, holds out his hand. As I shake it he says "Micheal, m-my name it's Micheal" "and I'm dying but, you can call me (y/n)"
" So if you don't mind me asking, why were you crying?" "Pfft, I-i wasn't crying" "yes, you were that's why your eyes are still puffy and you're all sniffly" "well, my best friend got a SQUIP and long story short he's an ass hole now and I don't have any friends". "what's a SQUIP, well I guess it doesn't matter, I'll be your friend" "why?"
I shrug, not able to give a reason as to why I'd be his friend. He continues to tell me about his friend, Jeremy, and how he dropped him on his ass just for a Tic-Tac sized super computer and a girl I'm good friends with, who barely knows he exists.
Hmm, there's a long pause where we fall silent, a comfortable silence though, I can feel him staring at me, I tune it out and think. We should leave and get Slurpees or bum around or SUPER SMASH BROS, yes that is a great idea. I quickly turn to him even more quickly realizing how close our faces are. My face turns a bit red as does his and then I spat "let's bail and play Super Smash Bros and get junk food" he seems a bit surprised and then agrees. "AWESOME" I grab his hand and bolt for the front door, avoiding sloppy teens and puddles of I don't even know.
We get outside, I turn to him and ask "do you have a car?" He slowly responds almost embarrassed sounding " yeah but, it's a PT Cruiser, lame I know" "HA, I don't even have a car, whatever car you have is just another reason were gonna be super compatible". He smiles. It's a genuine one at that. In the awkward lighting of the Halloween decorations and the moon through the trees,he looks glowy, his face isn't puffy and he's smiling dopely at his feet while unlocking the car door. He's beautiful outside of the dingy bathroom light.
