Choso never necessarily liked parties, he only really went because his friends went. Plus, it was just a place where he didn’t have to worry about lighting a blunt around a bunch of people. At parties no one cared.

Even if there was no real value in ever going, he did anyway.

Only, that changed when he saw you for the first time in your apartment. He was initially just there because Geto wanted him to come to his friend’s house party, and then he saw you, and immediately he was interested. You were pretty, and cool, no wonder there were so many people here. He guessed they just gravitated toward you.

He asked Geto about you and immediately his friend rolled his eyes. Apparently Choso wasn’t the only interested you, and it’d be better if he didn’t even try, but honestly, Choso found himself not caring much.

In fact, he took every excuse to try and go back to your apartment, attending your parties even if Geto wasn’t going. He really just showed up so he could stare at you from the corners of the room. He never really mustered up the courage to talk to you, just hoping one day you’d go up to him.

The stupid thing was it kind of came true. This particular evening Choso was sitting on the couch, watching some of your friends drunkenly play scrabble—which was interesting because while they were drunk, none of them could spell—when you sat next to him on the couch.

Choso hasn’t been expecting that. He had never actually talked to you, but you seemed comfortable enough to be around him so casually. It was enough to make Choso feel a little on edge.

He wondered what he should say, or if he should say anything at all.