Buzzkill(er)

I walked into a house full of sound, warmth, and art students. The words to Smells Like Teen Spirit hit me in the face as I made my way through the masses. Of course they would play that. I look at the people around me, every single one is wearing something you would see in a thrift store. I were like splatter of red in a word of white.

I was visible, so visible.

I'm not sure if I liked the attention. Here I was, a tall figure with jet black hair and a leather jacket full of studs and patches. People were looking at me, some scared, others intrigued. I was not sure which one I liked the best.

After walking around the place a couple of times, watching people and finding out it's much more interesting to watch 18 year olds try to dance than actually doing something myself, I decide to find the kitchen and the alcohol. Cause what even is a party without some alcohol. In my opinion; nothing.

Parties are simply nothing without anything to intoxicate yourself with, that being alcohol, weed, or other drugs. It's just no use being in a crowd like this without it. Yes, I am aware that parties are supposed to be social gatherings where you're gonna meet new people or meet up with your friends. If you're lucky you might also meet some kind of love interest, that being a one night stand or getting to feel someone up. Or maybe you're one of those who compliment the shit out of people, get their number, then get them to sit on your face. Either way it always ends up with the same result; you get laid.
So in conclusion parties are just social gatherings than ends up in private parts getting shoved into each other. That, and alcohol.

The kitchen is a closed up room, your average kitchen basically, some counters thats filled with coolers thats filled with whatever you wanna drink, a fridge, you know, the average. Theres a couple of students sitting around the kitchen table, or dining table, whatever you wanna call it. Three people, two girls, one guy. huh. The first girl was a redhead, she got her hair tied up in a loose pony tail. The guy looked like a stud, only he clearly was not. He hid his cheekbones behind thick black glasses and a ugly attempt of facial hair.

"Uh, hello..?" I look at the third person sitting by the table, I also just now realized how they're all looking at me. I guess standing a meter away from people and looking at them draws attention.
I look at the third person, a female. I look directly into her green eyes. They seemed to light the room up, the room that seemed so grey, but now there was a shard of green. I don't know what made me think so much about her eyes, or what made them light up so much for me, but I loved it. And I knew in this exact moment that I had found her. She was just right.

"Oh, sorry.." I smile at her. "I didn't mean to stare or anything." My voice changed up a bit from it's normal raspiness, the sounds that came out of my mouth was like chocolate. I'm still looking directly into her eyes.
She returns my smile. She looks so clever, like she got something planned out for me.

"It's okay. You're that Andy guy right? The last park punk." She said the last part in a teasing way, like she was mocking me. Oh and she was, I could feel it.

"Yeah, depressing isn't it?" I give her a smirk. I know how to do this, I know exactly how to get her to melt. I mean, I do this at the regular. I know how girls work, they're weak for cheekbones and blue eyes, my voice is deep and southing at times. They're so weak for that.

"Very." She gets up and walk over to me and past me, only breaking eye contact when she walked past. I clench my jaw and turn after her. She's looking through the coolers, acting like such a tease. Her black hair is laying down her back and wrapping itself around her neck chocker. I study her body, down her spine, her hips, then her legs. She got the perfect physique, she's perfect.


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I stood outside the house smoking. I had lost the sight of her after her friends demanded that she needed to come with them to the dance floor. We had been talking, I found out her name; Clementine. There's something about it that makes my brain light up and my heart run a bit faster. She was like a work of art. She had told me she had just moved here from her home town and that she felt quite anxious about staying here. I don't know if the fact she told me this was because of the alcohol going to her head or if she truly did want to open up for me. Probably the alcohol.

I lit a new cigarette as soon as I threw the old one away. There was not many people outside, just a guy puking on the lawn but that was about it.

"Can I get one?" said a voice behind me. I knew exactly who it was, even though I had only talked with her once. I turned around and gave Clementine a huge smile.

"Of course." I take a new cigarette out of the pack. She lean closer to me and lets me put it in her mouth, then light it. Looking me in the eyes the whole time.

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You could hear the screaming from the basement. SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP!!
You wont ever make it out here if you keep fucking screaming! You're too fucking good for that!

Notes

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