“So how are you enjoying yourself?”
I’m tucked into a corner with a red solo cup gripped in both hands. At first I don’t tune into the fact that someone is actually addressing me. When I do, I blush. He’s cute. Like, really cute.
Almost too cute with blond hair that I really want to touch because goddamn does it look soft.
“Uhh,” I stammer out. “it’s a-it’s a party.”
He smirks, “It sure is.”
“I mean its fine. A Little boring but I’m not really the party type. My friend dragged me along but I’d rather be doing other stuff, you know?”
I shrug, “Oh like reading, maybe. I read.”
He smirks again. “What do you read?”
Despite his face he seems genuinely interested in what I’m saying. “I read a lot of classics. I’m in the middle of The Great Gatsby.”
“There are a lot of parties in that book,” he remarks.
“But,” I shoot back, gesturing with a slender hand, “it isn’t about the parties. It’s about the fact that Gatsby is looking for someone. He’s looking for his Daisy.
The parties are just a way to find her.”
“Maybe the host of the party is looking for his someone?”
I’m at a loss for words. He seemed sad when he made the last remark, phrasing it as more of a statement than a question. He turns; someone has clapped him on the shoulder.
“Great party, man. Too bad that I have to take off so early,” the young guy says to him.
He replies something but all I can think about is the red colouring my cheeks. He is the host of the party and the entire conversation has been about me and my dislike of parties.
I even called it boring. When he turns back to me, I stammer out a ‘sorry.’
Thankfully, he smiles again. (He seems to do that a lot which I like.) “Sorry for what?”
“I didn’t realise this was your party and I’ve been so rude.”
He studies my face for a moment before replying, “It’s alright. I think I’d like to get to know you a bit better, if that’s alright with you.
I want to hear how I can improve my parties and also,” his voice drops lower, “I’d like to hear more on your thoughts about looking for someone at parties...and finding someone too.”