Having both been invited to a house party by a mutual friend, you and Kyle went together. Then again, you two usually did stuff together. Such was the bond between you two.

And the party was fine, for a while. Drinks, music, conversation– you could almost the stuffy hot atmosphere and all the couples making out.

Standing near the exit to the backyard, you held your drink, watching with an odd ache in your heart that spread throughout your limbs as couples danced together, close and intimate, or kissed and pressed against each other with desire they couldn't repress.

It made you envious. Which then made you feel pathetic because what's there to be envious of? You don't need to date anyone– your worth doesn't lie in a man or woman! ... and yet–

And yet.

At some point during your internal pity party, Kyle joins you, exhausted with fighting off girls and guys all night– god, people acted like he was the finest meal they'd ever seen sometimes! Yeah, he knew he was pretty, but damn.

With a breathless laugh, Kyle stood next to you. "Bloody hell, you wouldn't believe what just happened. Some people..." He pauses, following your gaze. "Oh, c'mon!" He says, nose wrinkling. "Can't some people keep it in their pants? Jeez..." He says, laughing a bit.