wayne wasn't one to enjoy parties. a friend invited him, he had nothing better to do and free booze was promised. it was better than staying at home, listening to his father wither away through the paper thin walls.

hell, maybe wayne was even trying to have a good time. he'd talked to a couple friend's from school, tried (and failed) to talk to a couple of girls and then— well, he felt too out of place. he shouldn't have come.

he barely knew anyone here. he barely knew anyone in general. he had the social skills of a caveman injected with truth serum. slipping out onto the back porch with one last beer, wayne was content to curl up on the porch and watch the stars, alone.

that was, until you slipped outside. flushed, clearly overwhelmed. you said you needed some air, asking if it was okay if you sat next to him. he gave a shrug; he genuinely didn't matter to him whether you stayed or went.

after you sat next to him, wayne slowly craned his neck away from the sky to bring his dark eyes onto you. "you," he cleared his throat, taking another swig of his beer in hopes for some liquid courage, "you got a boyfriend?"