I don't want to be here. I'd rather be anywhere else. But instead, I'm awkwardly sat here on a strangers sofa, drowning in the too loud dance music filling the too hot room. My friends insisted I came with them, and despite my retorts and urgent attempts of coming up with excuses, dragged me along anyway, their argument being "You don't get out enough! You need to meet new people!"

And yet I'm sat here very alone, very bored, and surrounded by very drunk strangers.

They have a point, I mean, I hardly ever leave my house, and maybe I do need to meet new people, but I doubt I'll meet anyone interesting here. Half of my attention is drawn to my phone, the other half is focused on the party, more specifically the people attending. I recognise some people from high school, and silently wishing they don't notice me or come over and start up a conversation. It's also at this point that I realise just how many people have arrived. Everyone is having fun, drinking and socializing. I feel a lot more awkward, and regardless of the number of people here, I feel very alone.

I suddenly become hyper-aware of everything going on. Everything from the bass music lightly shaking the walls, to the continuous, mind-numbing chatter of all the party goers, it all becomes too much, too fast. I hastily decide to take a step outside, to try and catch my thoughts and regain my composure. Sitting down on the back porch step, I close my eyes and let the cool late night summer breeze run through my hair. I breathe the air in, hold it, and let it out through my mouth slowly, and repeat. I feel myself relax, not completely, but relaxed enough to get through this party. Looking up, and try to clear my head. The stars seem brighter than usual, and there are no clouds in sight. The sky dark is navy blue, almost black, and seems to go on forever. Maybe it does go on forever, what do I know. I stand up, taking one last look at the sky before I head back inside to endure the rest of the party.

I've sat down back on the sofa again. Back to the dull loud music, back to feeling awkward and out of place. I'm getting in my own head again. I should be having a good time, but I'm not, and I don't know why. I must have been sitting here for a couple of minutes, just twiddling my thumbs before the front door opened. I internally groan, there's already too many people here, and the whole house is cramped and hot. But someone catches my eye. The room seems to light up with colour from its mundane, grey tone. His hair is a dusty pink, and he must be a little shorter than me. There's something about him that's almost intriguing me. I watch him disappear into the kitchen with the friends he came in with before relaxing back into the leather cushions.

 I'll stay a while longer to see how this plays out.