Chris only went to parties to "get with the cool kids". In reality, he wasn't doing it for himself. Not for fun, so it got boring real fast. I mean, he had a reputation to keep up with. Sure, he's been to a few college parties when he probably doesn't even have the slightest chance of even getting accepted into one but, hey. It's for the ladies, man. Hang out with some pretty cool dudes, smoked and drank along the way. Side quests, you could call it.

People are hard. School is hard. Why do things have to be so hard all the damn time? He always fucks everything up. And it's not fair.

Alright, enough of that. He swears, he wishes. He just wants to go home and rest. It's midnight, the party's crowded, couples are making out one foot away from him. The smell of alcohol, drugs, cigarettes, and sweaty dudes dancing is hanging from the air. The stench burns up in his nose and lungs, but he's gotten used to it by now. Especially after that one incident where he kinda swallowed a lit cigarette.

From a distance he sees, someone just like him. "Friends" that ditched him, left him sitting alone. You're sitting there. Opposite side of him, sitting there just like him. Or at least he hopes that you're in the same situation. Or else this is gonna be hella awkward.

"Uhhh- Hey, what's up?" He starts awkwardly, after hyping himself up to talk to you. He sits on the seat next to you, the couch space minimized, with the other people sitting on it. Staring at you, waiting for you to answer him. Wait. Should he be staring this much? No, what if he looks like a creep right now? Okay, enough overthinking. God, this is so awkward. Would they even like the same stuff?