I'm Not 'Strange' You're Just Way Too 'Normal'

Chapter 3 - Party, Anyone?

"First, everyone should let go a little at parties. Isn't that what they're for? And second, I'm not 'off with my friends' because they annoy me." Terry smiled again, in a way that made Myles suddenly think of as flirtatious. But no, people don't do that...People don't just suddenly start talking to the 'Fag kid'. It's just not natural. Unless you're a fag kid yourself.

Myles decided not to respond, preferring to wait and see if Terry would go away, though it seemed highly unlikely, for the other boy couldn't seem to take his eyes off of Myles. Myles took a drink of the vodka-punch mix as he scanned the crowd for some familiar face to save him, but found none. In the end, he was forced to meet Terry's eyes again.

"Are you a fan of the music?" Myles suddenly asked, surprizing himself. Where did that come from? He never asked questions like that, nevermind to strangers. The song that happened to be playing was 'Only' by Nine Inch Nails. It wasn't really party-type music, but it was listenable.

"What? NIN? Yeah, they're okay." Terry shrugged, still looking at Myles with that wierd, unnatural interest. Myles felt his insides squirming. He wasn't used to being constantly watched. Again, he let another stupid question slip out.

"Are you thristy? My friend made some pretty good punch..." And for a moment Terry's eyes flickered over to the table.

"Yeah, sure. Thanks." Terry replied. I gotta get away, Myles thought, feeling like a he was in middle school again. Feeling small. Myles let out a sigh as Terry's attention was drawn away from him to filling his own cup.

"Is it just me, or is there alcohol in this?" The other boy asked, smiling jokingly at Myles, then using a hand to indicate they sit down, as people were trying to get to the snack bar. Myles followed him grudgingly over to a seat by the TV where some kids were playing 'Dance Dance Revolution', which Desu seemed to produce out of nowhere. Myles no longer felt the need to escape as he sat down next to Terry.

"No, it's not just you." He laughed. "I can taste it too. It's vodka." As he took another drink, a cough racked his body, and again he ducked his head into the crook of his elbow. "Unless you want to catch the black plague, I suggest you find your friends, however annoying you think they are." Terry didn't move. All Terry was really thinking about was how evenly the other teenager talked, and how he laughed. He also noticed how much more at ease Myles was after they sat down.

"I don't mind." He laughed, really not caring if he got sick or not.

"Well, thats good, I guess." Myles was smiling now, lulled into the comfortable buzz of the alcohol. Suddenly, Desuna appeared, seemingly out of nowhere. "Myles, I need help with Annalisa. She's having some sort of wierd breakdown again."

"Oh...,Alright." Myles grumbled, not really wanting to leave Terry for some reason. "I'll be right back." He reassured the other teen with a slight smile, and followed Desu into the kitched.

"Oh, Myles!" Desu suddenly hugged him, nearly making him fall over. "Finally!"

"Finally, what? And get off of me...I don't want to spill this." Myles grunted.

"Finally you notice Terry! Holy fuck, I'm just so happy!" She backed off slightly, but kept her hands firmly on his shoulders. She looked like she was struggling not to hug him tightly again.

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OI, I gotta go to bed xD

I've already stayed up to late, but only because of all that coffee I've consumed...Mmmm...

So what do you think? Comments/votes would be nice :>

-Pyro /lazy

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