One-Shot Collection - Keanu Reeves.

- 𝙈𝙖𝙩𝙩 (𝙍𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧'𝙨 𝙀𝙙𝙜𝙚) -

God I hate parties.

I gaze around the run down house. People scatter every square inch, dancing and mingling. "Why did I even come, I knew it was just going to be a bunch of drugs anyway" I mutter to myself. I push through packs of people, not sure where exactly my feet are taking me. I don't really know why I go to these high school parties in the first place. Usually Matt or Layne invites me but I never see them at the parties because they are always so big.

I make my way to a small table, picking up an empty red solo cup. I shift over to the bowl of punch, quickly filling my cup and bringing it to my lips. I let the liquid run down my throat, a burning sensation filling me. I almost spit out the punch, scrunching my nose in disgust at the flavor. "Who the hell put vodka in this?" I say, the loud music drowning me out. I put the cup down, rolling my eyes.

A familiar smoke smell fills my nostrils, causing my throat to close up for a moment. My breathing starts to quicken, my anxiety pulsing through me. Sweaty large body's push against me as the music gets loud, the floor almost sinking as people jump around. I push through the crowd, my feet carrying me faster and faster. I need air. I can't be here. It's too much. As I gasp for air, I bump into a familiar figure head on, my body crashing against his.

The figure turns towards me, eyes searching. Matt's eyes meet mine and tears start to roll down my cheeks as I'm overwhelmed. Curtains of brown hair brush over his face as he leans down to look at me. The dimness of the house casts against his face, showing his knitted eyebrows. Without a second thought, he holds onto my hand. He slowly leads me through the pack of people as I try to re-gain my breathing. We finally reach the back door of the house, Matt's strong figure pulling open the door. He leads me onto the empty back porch, the cool air filling my tight lungs.

I let out a sigh of relief, letting the wind fill my locks of hair. I wipe my wet cheeks, giving Matt a weak smile. "Hey, you okay?" he asks in a soft tone, his mocha eyes matching mine. I take in a deep breath, pulling my flannel tighter across my chest. "Yeah, I j-just got overwhelmed was all" I say, a weak smile painting my lips. He nods slowly, looking at me up and down. "It's okay, it happens to most of us anyway. When did you get here?" he asks. I look up at the night sky, realizing hours have passed since I first got here. I shrug "Two hours I think? It was still light out when I left" I say, thinking.

"I should have looked for you, sorry. I just didn't know if you came or not, you know? I just didn't know if it was your scene or not" he admits, crossing his arms across his jean-leather jacket clad chest. I shake my head, dismissing him. "No, it's okay. I didn't really think I would come either but..." my voice trails off as my cheeks grow red in the dark of the night. Matt looks at me to finish my sentence, my lips hesitating.

"But, I wanted to see you" I admit in a mutter, my teeth taking in my bottom lip. He looks at me for a moment, finally giving me a stubble washed smile. He laughs softly, stepping closer to me. "You wanted to see me? I'm nobody special" he retort, my head growing dizzy with embarrassment. I shrug, my face red as a tomato. "Well, I don't know...I think you're pretty cool" I mumble softly, smiling from ear to ear. Any lingering feelings of anxiety are gone, butterflies brushing against my stomach.

He cocks his eyebrows up at me slightly, scanning me up and down. "I think you are pretty cool too" he responds, stepping even closer to me. I can feel my heart in my throat, my eyes searching his in the dark. His scent fills my senses, the smell of weed and pine mixing together. He inches closer and closer to me, wrapping a hand in my hair. He hold my hair softly, leaning into my face. Our noses brush, his eyes silently asking for consent. I swallow nervously, nodding against his forehead.

My eyes flutter close as his lips press against mine, a warm feeling pooling in my stomach. I wrap my hands around his waist, pulling him in closer. I bask in the glory of his touch, melting under him. The kiss grows more passionate as I can taste the alcohol on his tongue. His lips leave mine, placing kisses along my neck. I hum under my breath, tangling a hand in his long dark strands of hair.

Finally he pulls away for air, his eyes glistening with a new passion. I can't help but let out a giggle, my eyes shifting to look at my shoes. He responds with smile, pulling away from my touch. His tangles his fingers between mine, smiling from ear to ear. I finally look up at him, my pale skin color finally washing over my red blush. He looks at the house and then me, a playful looking filling his eyes.

"Wanna ditch the party?" he says, a sly smirk on his face.

"Yes, please"