The Boy Who Fell from the Sky

☆MY Camelopardalis☆

【★】Christian 【★】

Another one of the identical pop songs, the tribute to pointless music, pumped throughout the room. It would have been deafening to old ears, but the people here were the young, the people who believed they could get drunk tonight and take on the world tomorrow.

 Many people were dancing, or, rather, grinding on each other in a way that was supposed to be "sexy" but was simply disgusting to every other person. Well, anyone who was alone, that is. Those having fun minded their own business.

A quiet girl was sitting at the bar, not drinking anything but simply keeping to herself and looking meek. She most likely was dragged there by her much louder friends. A popular, well-liked guy walked up to her. Christian watched their exchange for just a moment, before smiling to himself. It's a cliche, he thought, a story waiting to happen.

But that isn't this story.

"Chrissy, I'm going to go over there and shake my ass until it falls off! Have fun, stay safe, and don't have unprotected sex in the alley behind a deserted Toys R Us with any guy under 5' 6"!" Fox yelled at Christian over the music, falling through the crowd into the group of people twerking. Christian simply smiled and shook his head, waving her off.

Christian remained a wallflower before he got uncomfortable and decided to head to the restroom for a little extra air, or so he hoped there would be. He, unfortunately, didn't get very far before his butt was groped by a mass of sparkles wearing a large purple wig.

"Excuse me?" Christian was flustered, and though he was quiet, he could still manage to be heard over the music.

"Get it?" Sparkles asked. After Christian's brows furrowed and his head cocked slightly in confusion, a look of adorable confusion on his face. Sparkles finished the statement. "I'm the dude at the party who will touch your butt, and when you turn around and look at me I'll be like 'what?'"

"You never said 'what,' though," Christian pointed out. "So it backfired and all you did was attack my butt." Christian attempted to look past the sparkles, but they were far too blinding, especially with the strobe lights that flicked around the room in agonizing colours.

"Okay, well, I'm sorry then. How about I buy you a drink to make up for it?" Sparkles asked, a hopeful smile on his face. 

Christian's nose wrinkled in distaste, as if Sparlkes' statement was a foul odour and not a simple question. "I don't drink," Christian responded stiffly, completely unamused by our dear friend Sparkles here. 

Sparkles frowned. "Oh, what's the fun in that? Please? I promise it'll taste good, babe." Christian bit his lip, about to respond, before a mischievous Fox draped herself on top of him.

"Chrissy," she whined, "My butt hurts! I twerked too hard." Fox's words were a slow, griping drawl. 

Sparkles had his eyes widened in realization. "Oh, I see, you've got a girlfriend." Sparkles looked a bit dejected, pursing his lips before gaining his composure and acting nonchalant about it.

Before Christian could reply, Fox cut him off once again, scoffing. "Chrissy? Girlfriend? Listen, walking rainbow dust, Chrissy here plays for the other team. So by all means, take him for the night."

"Fox!" Christian exclaimed. "Don't, I mean, you can't just say that to people! You know how-"

Fox pushed Christian into Sparkles, harshly whispering, "Either go with rainbow or I will post that video I took of you dancing." Christian's face immediately flushed. He refused to show anyone his dancing, and Fox had to do some serious snooping around to catch him in the act.