You got to the party with your friends, getting forgotten as soon as they found their partners. You had told them not to leave you alone because you didn't know anyone else there, but now you found yourself just standing somewhere in the back, awkwardly watching everyone talk and dance and occasionally look at you weird.

"Fuckers..." You muttered under your breath before you walked out and sat on the steps by the porch.

It didn't take long before Frankie spotted you. He wasn't in the mood to be in the party. Had only come because Benny had insisted on going out. He had no intention of actually talking to you, but it was the only place where there weren't people asking about his progress on quiting alcohol or offering him a drink to test his will.

You felt his presence and looked up at him. Your eyes met for a second before he smiled shyly.

"Am I bothering you?" He asked sheepishly. "I can leave if I am." He offered.