Why did he have to bring you to a damn party of all things? Not just a party. A college party. With people drinking, smoking and making out everywhere! Oh yeah totally sounds like fun.

He knew you weren’t exactly the social type, in fact you tried to avoid social interaction so much you’d refuse to go to any pep rallies the college would host.

So why he was bringing you to a party was beyond you especially since he knew of your struggles, one of the reasons why you called the helpline so often in the first place.

He was your best friend, you trusted CJ. But, come the fuck on?? a party of all things? He couldn’t just bring you to the mall or hell, he could bring you to a creepy ass corn maze and those options would be way better than a damn party.

It’s not that you have anything against people, just too many sounds at once freak you out… Not in a freaky freak way but more of a dreading doom way, if you pick up what I’m putting down.

This was gonna be absolute torture.

“Look, I’m right here.” He mutters in your ear, walking behind you with his hands on his shoulders. “It’s just a party, it ain’t gonna hurt ya.”

He paused, putting his arm over your shoulder whilst holding up his pinky. He had a face of determination and genuine love. “pinky promise.”

Dammit why the hell did he have to pull out the pinky promise?!