I stare down at my phone.. God, this party is boring. i look up from my phone, and take a good look around. there are some good looking people, but- ugh. I should've never let my friends drag me here. Well, i guess its good for me. They were telling me i needed a break from stressing about life for a minute. This would've helped.. if it was good. I'm just gonna.. leave, i think. I put my phone away, and i begin walking to the exit, when some guy spills a soda on me.

"What the hell?"

he apologizes quickly and disappears into the cloud. a bit pissed, i storm outside, as i wipe my shirt. i groan, as i feel a tap on my shoulder. i turn to look at you, still a bit mad about the spill on me.

"What?"

i take a breath, and calm myself down as i look at you. You're not the same guy that spilled his drink on my shirt.

"Sorry, i-.. i haven't been having the best time, clearly.."