A Song For Each Moment - Youtubers x Reader

Don't You (Forget About Me) - Ryan Magee

I don't know for what reason I was in this situation right now, but somehow my life decisions lead up to "this". "This" being a drunk friend of a friend - a stranger to me - loudly telling me his life story between burps that I can only describe as "almost vomiting".

And to think that only three hours earlier I was on my bed, feeling relaxed and free of any stress, thinking about how wonderful it felt to have some quiet time to myself. I mean, as a full time introvert, I spent a lot of time to myself, only most of that time I was forced to listen to my roommates many, many friends at his many, many house parties. And, unfortunately for my plans that involved me, myself, a couple of buckets of popcorn and a movie or two, today wasn't any different. Apart from the fact he thought it was a fantastic idea to have a party at someone else house. And an even better idea to invite ME.

So here I am, two and a half hours later, with this drunk man child clinging to me. To his defence, he had introduced himself when he had only a few sips into his first beer. Ryan, I think was his name. And he was a decent guy. Charming, in fact. But not for long.

My situation could've been much better if there was a group of people near, and I could have asked for a couple of snacks or drink or a distraction so I could leave. But this drunk guy wouldn't let me go. And I felt bad, leaving him here when literally everyone else, including his roommate, Matt, had kept their distance. So I stayed and listened.

After a while, I was intrigued. I could never know if this was all fact or made up - he might have a great memory for a drunk guy, or be an even better fiction writer. His stories of the Irmo Chapin Recreation Commission, to his trip around Japan and many gaming conquests had me feeling like we had been best friends for years. Yet, I knew he would wake up and forget it all, while I would suffer with this memory for the rest of my life.

Much to my dismay - and joy - as the clock neared 3, my roommate came to rescue me from a very tired, drunk Ryan. And heading out the door now, I'm afraid I might hesitate. I'm going to miss my short-lived, one-sided friendship with Ryan.