You weren’t necessarily one for parties, but when your friend Claire invited you to her and her brother’s, you just had to come along.

With your back against the cold wall, you stared at the filled crowded room, not noticing the blond boy that stood beside you. You just listened to whatever crappy music was playing.

He held a red plastic cup in his hand, much like himself, his nails tapping against it. His voice was soft, and sweet. “So… you with Claire or Chris?”