"calum, where's michael?" i ask, taking a sip from my typical red solo cup.
"last i saw him he was making out with some blonde. probably upstairs."
earlier calum and i exchanged numbers and were texting before the party. he begged me for an hour before i decided to go.
i had just gotten to the house number that michael texted me. i got a drink and forgot that this was actually his party.
later
"calum, how does michael know him?" i say pointing to a curly headed boy.
"oh ashton, he doesn't. people just show up some times." he shrugs.
"that's my sisters boyfriend. he's in college. why would he want to come here?" i'm confused. there is no way he actually likes michael.
"guess he really is a pretty cool dude."
