Strange People (On Hold)

What can I say, strange people find each other. Trenton Fisher and I are proof of that.
I remember the first time I saw Trenton, it was my first high school party, and I was having a terrible time. I stood alone in the corner of a poorly lit room, watching shitty people dance to shitty music, and wishing I were home. Across the room stood a tall, lanky boy drinking a cup of something, probably alcoholic, looking every bit as miserable as I. He had a grey sweater and an utterly awkward countenance, I liked him immediately. Trenton looked up and caught my eye as he took a sip from his plastic red cup, and I did something completely unexpected... I smiled.