~I just remember I was lonely I guess I am always, it's not a problem It's just something, I got used to it~

You have been lonely your whole life. No one ever wanted to be your best friend. And no one wanted to date you. Here you are at a party at 19, just for the beer, you are the only one in the backyard, sitting on the ground by a tree, smoking a joint. The world looked blurry. It was nighttime, but the moon made it so it wasn't completely dark. You had music playing in your headphones, listening to sad music as always. You closed your eyes until you felt a tap at your shoulder.

Matt had seen you outside, you were wearing dark clothes, listening to music and just looked so relaxed but sad, like it was something you were used to. He walked up and tapped your shoulder, watching you remove your headphones.

"Hey," he looked over your face, noticing the shimmer in your eyes, from unshed tears "mind if I sit here?"