Solangelo Oneshots

Party

Nico's Point of View

"I don't want to go."
Hazel sighed. "Just stay for an hour."
"No." Hazel was trying to make me go to a party her friend was throwing. According to her, I️ needed to 'socialize.' Ugh.

"Come on. The host is a great guy." She looked at me teasingly. "And he's gay. Maybe you know him."

"Yeah, Hazel, because every gay person knows each other. I️ met him two weeks ago at the YES HOMO™ convention."

"That's not what I️ meant and you know it. He goes to school with us. You guys have science and history together."

"Have you been stalking him?"

She glared at me. "Stop trying to change the subject. You are going to that party and that is final!"

"No I'm not. And you can't force me."

A few
minutes later I️ was sitting in the back of Hazel's boyfriend's car. Frank was talking excitedly about the party. He heard there would be karaoke. I've never understood why people would purposely sing, and consequently, make fools of themselves. But to each their own, I️ guess.

After what felt like hours being tortured in the backseat of Frank's car, we arrived. Finally. We walked in the door to the brightest room I️ had ever seen. There were strobe lights flashing and music loudly pumping through large speakers. People were all over the place singing and dancing. There was a guy who wasn't wearing any pants. What was his problem? Maybe there was alcohol and he was drunk.

Hazel left me after about 10 seconds. I️ knew this would happen, that was why I️ didn't want to come. But here I️ was, in a loud, flashy room, in a loud, flashy house. I️ tried to maneuver my way through the crowds to get some punch, but people kept blocking me and trying to dance with me. I️ eventually gave up and tried to find somewhere quiet. There were two stories to the house, but I️ couldn't find the stairs. So I️ wandered into a hallway and into a room with a closed door. At that point, I didn't care if someone wanted to keep me out. It was a nice room, less flashy, and while I️ could still hear the hellish chaos, it was much quieter.

I️ looked around the room. The walls were a light blue color. Up against the left wall was a twin bed with pastel yellow sheets and some throw pillows with inspirational quotes on them. Next to the bed was a short bookshelf. On the other side of the room, there was a desk with a lamp on it, and a bulletin board filled with pictures of a boy and his friends. I️ saw Hazel in one of them. She was licking an ice cream cone with a few of her friends. So this was the guy she was talking about. She was right about him being attractive.

"Excuse me? Do you need something?"

The boy was standing behind me. "I️ keep my door closed for a reason you know."

Boy, was he cute. "Umm... Sorry, I was really overwhelmed and I just kinda stumbled into here. It's stupid, I'm so sorry, I'll leave. I️ didn't mean to invade your privacy, my sister dragged me here. I️ don't even like parties. Again sorry, I'll leave now."

He put his hand out to stop me as I️ was leaving. "I️ think you'll stay. You can leave if you want, but it's much better in here." He sat down on the ground and gestured for me to sit beside him.

Once I️ did, he leaned forward toward me. "So, my name is Will. I'm 16 years old and I️ enjoy photography. I'm studying to become a doctor. Now tell me about yourself."

"Um...I'm Nico Di Angelo. I'm 15."

He peered at me. "That's not a lot to work off of." He paused. "What's your favorite band?"

"The Ramones. Yours?"

"I'll tell you next Saturday. 3:00 pm, are you free?"

I️ nod. He grinned at me. "Great! It's a date. I️ know where your sister Hazel lives, so I'll pick you up." For once, I️ was glad I️ went to a party.