Breaking in

guilt.

Duncan fucking hate parties.

But somehow he's at one and he's not sure whether he hates the fact that everyone is drunk or that he's the only one that's sober.

At the moment the short bad boy is only here because

1. His  best and only friend, Catherine invited him and she think that he needs to understand that he has to socialize or he'll become a hermit.

2. Duncan doesn't have much of a life so sometimes he agrees to things so he doesn't have to watch reruns of Friends

Thats why Duncan is standing against the wall being prepped for conversation.
"Come on Duncan. You'll be fine just go and talk to a guy and if anything goes south come get me and we'll leave." Catherine says reassuringly as she pulls him into the kitchen and hands him a cup of beer.

"Catherine I can socialize. I'm ok." Duncan says stone faced as he takes a large swig of beer. Catherine nods and then tells him she's going dancing. As soon as she walks of to the giant grinding circle, Duncan sighs to himself and starts drinking the shitty beer he was handed.

He contemplated going upstair and hiding out in one of the rooms until the party died but that meant hours of waiting and there are people couples up there. He didn't want to experience being yelled at being drunk horny couples so he decided to take himself on a little tour.

After a few minutes of roaming the house, he settled down in the backyard.There was a couple chairs and a table. The back was lit with lanterns that had strange blue lights. Duncan took a seat and slowly started drinking his beer

Duncan is not big on socializing, he's known to keep to himself and doesn't ever talk about himself or his life.

At the last party he was at the girls there tried to get him so drunk so he'd spill his guts but sadly a drunk Duncan is the same Duncan ; quiet, collected and stoic.It seems like everyone is interested in Duncan's life. People are always trying to asks Cat questions about him but honestly she barely knows anything about him and he likes it that way.

When Duncan was in highschool he told someone he thought he could trust something... important to him. Then they went and told the whole school and after a while his parents found out and kicked him out after graduation. The moment he moved to his college dorm he decided he'd be better telling people nothing then telling them anything. He wouldn't get hurt that way and so far it's working out for him. Of course Duncan sometimes wants to Cat his secret but he can't, he's not ready.

Duncan was deep in thought when another man walked out to the backyard and that's why he jumped when he noticed that someone was standing in front of him holding out a cup

" You want a cup?" The man was about 6'1 so from where Duncan was sitting it the man looked insanely tall.Tall enough that the porch light set a few inches above his head didn't illuminate his face.

Duncan squinted but failed to get a good of him and then grabbed the cup.

"Aye thanks." With that the tall man sat down next to Duncan without a word. This confused Duncan because no one really aproached him alone without asking him a shit ton of questions. They sat in silence, with the one mam drinking him beer and staring at the sky and with Duncan was uh well Duncan was looking at the man who sat next to him.

Duncan didnt mean to stare but now that the man was closer his face was insanely intense and it kinda scared the shit out of Duncan. The man next to him had frighteningly pale skin and black hair and he had sharp cheek bones and his eyes -though they were aimed at the stars- looked like that could see straight through me.

The man definitely felt him staring because he turned to face Duncan and stared back. Duncan was so caught up in countors of this mans face he didn't even notice so when the man smiled the only thing Duncan could do was gasp and turn away. The man let out a hearty chuckle.

"I'm Benson," The man,Benson,said still smiling at Duncan."you know it's rude to stare but because you're cute I'll let you off the hook."

Duncan looked down at the cup Benson gave him and whispered a sorry. Duncan is kinda of a people watcher so he stared at strangers a lot more than he's comfortable admitting. Anytime he was out of his apartment he watched people; he studied how they dressed, how they are, how they started  He usually never felt bad about it but now he felt so ashamed he wanted to disappear.

Benson looked at the sulking boy and frowned at the small pout the he wore. Benson was immediately captured when he saw him standing against the wall scowling. When he was against that wall it looked as if the world just stole his wallet but now that he was finally near the infamous bad boy it's was funny how small he looked especially now that he's pouting. Benson chuckled once again

"Who wouldve thought that the mystery boy was so sensitive."