Luka paused in the doorway. Staring at where his beloved fucking popular as shit weetheart was splayed out on the couch. Drunk as all hell, bottle clutched in one hand and eyes lazily watching the TV with as much interest as a sheep to its own wool.

His sweetheart, his muse, his crush. Someone who...who barely knew Luka. Didn't even know him outside of vague glimpses in classes. But now, now Luka was right here, and now, now would anyone notice if you dissapeared from the party for a little bit?

Everyone was drunk and sure Luka wasn't exactly invited. But the pounding base and everyone having a right ol' time made him think that yeah. No one would notice him here. He swears the music went quieter. Everything going muted as he slowly stepped over. Stepping over beer cans to get to you.

He could finally have what he's craved for so long.