first person pov bcs why not?? btw,, to the person who requested this (terry_is_nic4lw on wttpd) you can ask me to change it to second or third if wanted!! you can also request to change the WLW aspect to a WLA!! (I don’t write WLM for Phoebe, sorry)

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i sat on the bleachers, bass from ‘call me maybe’ pounding in my ears. a dance. i was forced to go, because my so-called “dad” is a teacher at my school. embarrassing. i was very much an introvert, and none of my friends had decided to come. so it was either standing with mr grooberson (who would be dancing over-dramatically and WHOOP-ing the entire time) or sitting on the bleachers looking like a burnout. i chose option b. my bowtie was undone. i didn’t particularly feel the need to have it properly tied anyway. nobody was paying attention to me anyway. it was way too dim for anyone to even notice the lonely girl on the top row. the musty gym was going off with blue, red, green, and every-colour-you-can-name lights spinning in every direction. it sort of made me dizzy. I didn’t know how people actually liked these sorts of things. " excuse me.. " came a voice from my side. i turned, fixing my glasses. i didnt know who i was expecting the voice to belong to.. but it was another girl. she had on a nice formal outfit… looked a lot better than mine. why wasnt she hanging out with her friends? i blinked.

she felt bad for me. was the thing my mind immediately flickered to. i sighed shakily. " look— " i began, but she cut me off. " did you come here alone too? "

….too. she was alone too. huh. i wiped my sweaty palms on my pants, humming yes. perhaps I’d just found someone to be lonely with…