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adirondack ✱ brandon arreaga

in which neither of you want to be at a party.

"i don't plan on drinking."

"are you sure? because i don't want you to not drink because i need you to," your best friend says as you sit in the passenger seat.

"it's fine, i wasn't going to in the first place."

you don't want to go. she does this every time; drags you out of the house when you're wearing baggy sweatpants and a stained tee to bring you to another party.

you just hate the sweaty bodies, the horrible electronic music, and the strong stench of booze and weed. you'd rather stay home and do anything else.

she parks a block away from the house with booming music and bright lights. and as she leads you in, you regret it even more, like you always do.

"i'm gonna go get some water," you try to tell her over the loud music.

"okay, i'm gonna go talk to that cute guy over there," she yells back and points to a blond.

you maneuver yourself between bodies to get to the kitchen where you fill a plastic cup with tap water and some ice.

once again walking through the maze, you try even harder not to spill your drink which you successfully do when you get to the patio.

there are four adirondack chairs placed around a little bonfire, and sitting in one of them is a brown haired boy. you couldn't see his face because his back was facing you and he was looking up at the sky.

"uh, hi. do you mind if i sit here?" you gesture to the chair next to him.

"oh, not at all," he smiles.

oh.

your gaze settles on his face. on his chocolate eyes accessorized with glasses, his full, pink lips. then on his shirt, the necklaces hugging the exposed skin.

"i-uh. sorry, what's your name?"

"brandon."

damn.

"y/n, nice to meet you."

"you too."

"so what are you doing out here, instead of in there?" he speaks again.

"parties aren't really my thing. my friend brought me and she needs a sober driver so i'm drinking water."

he raises his eyebrows, "i thought i was the only one."

"you don't like parties either?"

"nope. i'm the only one who doesn't out of all my friends."

"i hate the music," you comment.

"and the drinks," he adds.

"and the smell."

he laughs. you laugh. you want him to laugh again. you love his smile.

"hello?," he waves his hand in front of your face.

"hm?"

"i think you were just spacing out on my face."

"really? i'm sorry. you're just really pretty."

your eyes widen. you're just really pretty? seriously?

but he laughs. and that makes you feel better.

"i think i'm the one who should be saying that to you."

you gulp. there's silence. it's awkward.

"thanks? oh god, i'm sorry, i'm still recovering from my embarrassing moment," you squeak.

"no need to apologize, it was cute. and i'm glad to know that's what you think."

you smile lightly as you turn head down so he can't see. then you look at the sky.

what do i say? do i say nothing? should i start talking about something else and pretend he never said that?

you point straight above you.

"this is the first time i've gotten to see the summer triangle this year. it only comes out in the summer months, and i always look for it. my favorite constellation is scorpius because the heart of the scorpion is antares, mars' rival and the fifteenth brightest star in the sky."

you point out every star and shape you mention, as fascination envelops you.

you keep looking up.

"stars are my favorite thing in the entire world. i can't think of anything as interes—"

"let me take you out."

you look at him. his eyes stay planted on yours. you smile and nod. a slight breeze flows over you. his eyes shine in the dark.

maybe parties aren't so bad after all.

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sorry about the boring astronomy stuff; i just learned a bit and i love it and thought it kinda fit??? idk lol vote if you thought it was okay :)