Girl All the Bad Guys Want ~ Bowling for Soup

It was eight o’clock when you finally made it to the party—one of those outrageous, star-stuffed gatherings people write think-pieces about. Pop stars lounged by the marble bar, rappers talking by the pool, actresses on the balcony.

But none of them were why you came. You’d heard Mira from HUNTR/X was here.

it’s hard to not be nervous, she was so much cooler than everyone.

You swept your eyes across the place, but she was nowhere in sight. Then again, the mansion was enormous; whole worlds could be happening just out of view.

Then you heard it—the front door swinging open with this dramatic, effortless confidence. A breeze rolled through the foyer. In your head, angels sang. Mira had arrived.

With a sudden, ridiculous surge of courage, you started toward her… only for her to bolt right past you without a flicker of recognition. She vaulted over the back of a couch—actually vaulted—and landed between a cluster of nu-metal artists who were glued to Monday Night Wrestling on the TV. That was apparently her priority for now.

You kept tabs on her from a distance after that, waiting for a moment that didn’t feel absurd. About an hour later she finally drifted away from the noise, roaming the party until she paused in a quiet corner, studying a painting with a drink resting in her right hand. No one around—No chaos. this was your chance.

You approached carefully, trying to pretend you weren’t nervous.

Without even glancing your way, she spoke—blunt, dry, and painfully observant:

“Finally worked up the nerve to talk to me?”

Then she turned, expression perfectly blank, eyes locked directly on yours.