I had reached the point of no return the moment I went out onto that balcony...
I closed the sliding glass door behind me, sealing off the high energy of the party going on inside.
Resting my arms on the wooden railing and taking in the view, I was just in awe of this place. When they said Lake Shapp was beautiful I don't think I took it as seriously as I should've.
Looking out and seeing the moonlight glimmering on the night water and reflecting onto the surrounding forest, it started to make sense why she dragged me out here.
And the house too, if you can even call it that. It was a four-story lake house that blended into the landscape, supposedly built by a famous modernistic architect.
It wasn't that I didn't want to be there, it was one of the best weekends I was having all summer, but she knew it wasn't exactly my scene. I wasn't ever a part of that scene.
I didn't mind infiltrating this world of glitz though. It was intriguing to attend a lavish party.
Superficial socializing gets tiring pretty quick though and I needed a break from rubbing noses with all these "high status" guests.
As if on cue she came outside to join me. She leaned on the rail next to me and asked, "Is everything alright?"
How do you tell someone you can't be the person they want you to be? That you won't be the picture-perfect boyfriend all her other friends have. That you just don't fit into the circle.
"I'm fine. I just needed to get some fresh air."
I found it funny how this appeared like a cheesy emotional scene that's in every blockbuster movie when the main character has to do some internal analysis before the final act.
There was the beautiful lake house balcony setting, the supportive girlfriend, and the hero fretting over his character flaws. Time to spill the beans.
"May... This isn't me. I can't fit in with these people. I can't be the boyfriend you want me to be."
But unlike those Universal Pictures movies, May broke the script.
"It's all about you. I don't fit in with your friends, I'm not good enough for you.
My friends are in there talking about us right now, and you're really just making a big deal for no reason. I really don't want to be in the center of drama tonight Mauro.
This is ridiculous, why can't you just have a good time?
I didn't even get a chance to answer. May stormed back into the party, resubmerging into a sea of hollow conversations and "drama" I had stirred up.
And she wonders why I needed some fresh air.
That was when I saw it. A bright orange glow in the sky travelling towards the house. It was followed by a loud explosion like lightning travelling from a distance.
It hit me with a gust of wind from whatever exploded up there. I tracked the orb of light with my eyes, watching it come down like a shooting star.
It landed maybe a mile from the house, in the forest. I could see smoke starting to billow.
I ran into the house, crashing into girls taking selfies and guys trying to look cool with their red Solo cups.
There were probably well over a hundred people and I was just trying to clear through the jungle of partygoers.
I bumped into one guy so bad he spilled an unrecognizable drink onto my Hawaiian shirt which matched the theme of the party. I finally reached the heart of the party, the minikitchen.
Under the white glow of the kitchen lights I grabbed Josh, the host of this extravagant party.
"Dude did you hear that?"
"Huh?" he responded looking a little unreceptive. I was confused. It was a loud explosion. Did he not hear it? Then I looked around.
Everyone was packed in like sardines, vibing to the loud music and sipping on their drinks. Everyone was in their own little worlds. No one else heard it.
And they lost their chance to find out about it too.
"Dude who even are you?" Josh said to me pushing me aside to make way for some girls.
I was dealing with May's ex-boyfriend here and I didn't really have time for these shenanigans.
"Did you hear that explosion? I think there was a meteor or something outside."
"Get outta here bruh," he said brushing me off with laughter.
He was way too drunk to deal with any meteors and I began feeling panicky. Was I really the only sober one at this party? May's sober! (But she likes to pretend to be drunk a lot of times).
I found her downstairs in the main living room of the house. She was standing with some girl friends and I ran over to her. Right before I got to her, I was hit with a wall. Beatrice.
Not the most flattering girl that meets the eye, but she sure does a good job at protecting her friends.
"May doesn't want to talk to you right now," she stated in her baritone voice. I got a "hurt" glance from May, now encapsuled by a circle of her friends and realized there was no getting in.
Something in me snapped. This whole charade was getting ridiculous. These people were really something. I had a feeling things with May weren't going to last much longer either.
And with that I went outside to investigate by myself.
"He better go blow off some steam," Beatrice bellowed as she watched Mauro dash outside...