Common People (frerard)

Chapter 2

I couldn't decide what to wear for the longest time. I personally felt no restrictions to my clothes. Whether it be a black hoodie or a pink skirt, I did not care. But I knew Andy's frat brothers cared. They didn't really like that we were together and they most certainly didn't like when I dressed more feminine.

Ray wasn't here to put in his opinion and Andy wasn't answering his phone. I could try asking Mikey but he was never much help, he didn't care too much about clothes. This was leaving me all on my own to decide what to wear to the biggest party of the year.

It was hot out and that meant I could still wear my summer clothes for a couple more weeks. I finally put on a light pink corduroy skirt that was buttoned down the front and a white t-shirt tucked into it. I put on my white converse and sighed as I went downstairs. I drove over to the frat house while singing to the music.

The party had barely started, there were only a couple of people there. I parked on the street and walked in, looking around for Andy. I found him in the kitchen, arguing with one of his brothers.

"The cool ranch doritos have to go in the blue bowl because the bag is blue," Andy said. "And the sour cream and onion chips go in the green bowl because that bag is green."

"Dude, you're psychotic if you think that actually matters," he said.

I walked up to Andy, gently touching his shoulder. He turned quickly and I flinched.

"Oh, hey, Babe," he said.

Andy kissed my forehead and I smiled.

"I'm glad you came, I thought maybe you were gonna be a no-show," he said.

"Of course I'm gonna be here for you, Andy," I said.

He held my hand and took me to the living room. In the corner was a water dispenser, a big jug of water on top.

"Oh, is that new?" I asked.

"That's the best part," he said. "It is new, we just got it for this party. But we dumped the water out and it is filled with vodka."

He grabbed a red solo cup for me and went to the drink dispenser to pour me a cup.

"Oh, how lovely," I said as I took it. "You guys really do have a stereotypical frat."

Andy nodded as he smiled. More people started coming and soon he was being carried off for beer pong or other activities. I sat on the couch, realizing that there really was nothing else to do than to drink.

I tried talking to people but I got nothing more than short conversations. I got up, going to find Andy. He was over in the kitchen telling a story about the time he went kayaking with dolphins.

"Hey, you wanna go upstairs?" I said. "Or maybe somewhere private where we can talk? I miss you, I wanna hang out with you a little bit while I'm here."

"Can't you see I'm busy?" He asked.

"I'm lonely, I don't really know anyone here," I said.

"I told you I'm busy already so why are you still standing here?" Andy asked.

I looked down in shame and walked back over to sit down but found my spot on the couch had been taken. I got some more vodka before sitting on the steps of the stairs. I watched people as they talked, laughed and kissed. Sometimes I wish I didn't date a frat member so I didn't have to do all these social things with him, I never had the easiest of times fitting in.

I was drunk after a second full cup of vodka. Thankfully it was mixed with sprite so it wasn't straight. I got up and walked around, trying to find something interesting to do. I found interest when I saw a boy who was also wearing a dress and had makeup on. I smiled, walking over.