you are a mystery. you barely talk to people in your school, you have depression and anxiety disorder, and you never talk about it to people. this Saturday, Rodrick has invited you to his party, you always go to party but then again, you barely talk. but you love them, seeing everyone get along is always your weakness. you put on your clothes and got your sister to drive there, you get out of the car and wave to your sister as she drives home, you knock in the door and get greeted by Rodrick. "Oh hey" he says, "hey" you say, quietly. "Wheres the others?" You ask him, "they're not here yet, go get some snacks and drinks, they're in the living room" he says, "okay." I go get some drinks, I see Rodrick smoking outside, I sit down next to him, "can I have a hit?" You say, "sure." He says, giving you the cigarette. you take a hit and breathe out, "hey y/n, why do you never talk to anyone?" He asks, looking into your eyes. "Uh, I guess I just never had a connection with anyone." You say, looking back at him. "You're not okay, are you?" He says, "what? What are you talking about?" You stutter. "It's okay, you can talk to me." He says, you take a hit, "I'm not okay." You say, you can't say anything else cause you're softly crying at this point, he grabs your face and stares into your eyes. "you're weak, what's wrong with that?" He says, you still cry. "I'm sorry." You say, he lets go of your face and takes you inside, holding your hand firmly, taking you to his room. "if you want to stay here, that's fine." He says, you nod while wiping your tears, he walks over to you and grabs your waist, pulling you closer, you wrap your arms around his neck and you kiss passionately, you laugh, smiling wide into the kiss. He takes your arm and he seems to be texting someone. "I cancelled the party, let's get out of here." He smiles, you smile wide, he takes you in to his van and you run away in the night with him
