i lock eyes with her as she sways into the balcony. she looks tipsy - she's always been a lightweight anyway. she looks beautiful today, but I'd never tell her that. we were at this neighborhood party all the kids from school were invited to, yet i was surprised to see her at a party, since she was so anti-social. i inhale the smoke from my cigarette, looking at her over my shoulder,

"need something?" i ask her, leaning my elbows on the railing.