There I was, sitting in an extravagant party. Alone. The guy I’d wanted to ask me here - Charlie - was with another girl and I was just sitting here. I had some of the punch, which was surprisingly not spiked, but other than that, I had stayed right here in the corner. I sighed, debating whether or not I should leave. I decided I would just go outside, those flashing lights were driving me insane. I’d never liked them, they gave me headaches. I walked outside to the backyard, not seeing too many people on my way. I sat down on the cover of the hot tub, where no one was sitting. I took deep breaths, trying to calm my pounding head. Before I reached 30 - my usual number - someone walked over and tapped me on the shoulder. I looked up and saw him - the one person I didn’t want to see me about to cry. Charlie sat down next to me. “You okay?” He asked. I nodded and swiped my tears away. “Yeah, I’m fine. Sorry.” Charlie grinned. “You say that too much. You don’t have to be sorry.” I nodded, but I didn’t really believe him. Sorry was the only thing I could ever say, but - if anything - I didn’t say it enough. At least, not according to my family. He set his hand on my shoulder, making the butterflies in my chest do an explosive tango. “Why’d you leave the party?” He asked. He was keeping his voice soft, maybe so as to not make my headache worse. As if he could know. I was getting lost in delusion again. I shrugged. “Why did you? Wasn’t Evelyn your date?” He shook his head. “Nah, we’re just friends,” he laughed, “I know it sounds weird, but she actually is.” He looked me straight in the eyes. “Promise.” I smiled at him. “Alright, well I left because of the lights. They hurt my head, and I wanted to leave before they gave me a headache. Also, I had nothing to do.” He hummed. “Why don’t you come in and dance with me? I promise I’ll make the lights better, but if they get too bad, we can go home.” I smiled. “Alright, let’s go.” The two of us walked back into the party and onto the dance floor. I guess those lights weren’t that bad after all.
This is based off of an amazing quote, "may all your delulu come trululu" Word Count : 400 Thumb : pixlr e Feedback is welcomed and encouraged!