In all seventeen years of his life, Robin had been to maybe five parties. Three of which were birthday parties for his younger cousins, the other two just odd ones Vance had dragged him to on a boring night where there was nothing else to do.

Now, don’t get him wrong, it wasn’t like Robin thought he was too cool for them. He enjoyed the normal aspects of a party—drinking, getting high, music—just as much as anyone else did. Just on his own time. He didn’t need the presence of sweaty bodies and people making out to enjoy those things.

Which is why it was odd that he found himself at a party on a random Friday night. No dragging necessary, but instead, his own free will.

Well, free will and Finney Blake.

Robin’s had a thing for Finney since middle school. They ran with different circles, so they’d never come into direct contact, but he knew enough to know he liked the other boy. To put it shortly, he thought he was hot.

But if he were really to go into detail? Finney was super smart, one of the top students in their grade. His eyes were the prettiest Robin had ever seen, and his laugh had stopped Robin’s heart more times than he could count. Most of all, he was sweet. In contrast to how other people have treated him, Finney was a rarity among humanity.