mattew was a party animal.
he was dancing,
eating,
drinking,
and conversing with people.
some gave him weird looks,
some didn't.
he didn't seem to mind those people, and he made tons of song requests to the DJ.
her ears began actually listening when 'laura palmer' came on. she laughed lightly.
that idiot.
a few people seemed to know the song, mouthing the lyrics, slightly dancing.
it wasn't really a dancing song.
she was standing by the 'refreshments table'. it was really just a plastic kids' table with a few bags of chips and some sodas.
cheeeeeeap, laura thought.
she laughed at yet another of her amazing inside jokes.
"what's so funny?" an accent coated the words like a blanket would a child.
she turned to see that Jamaican kid that hung out with the so called "populars". pshh. whatever.
"nothing, i just, i was thinking of something."
he nodded and grabbed a sprite. "why don't you come dance with me?"
nope, nope, nope. she knew what "dancing" meant in practically every guys' vocabulary.
twerking, grinding, and all that at a high school party could lead to
the sex.
"i'm fine."
"are you sure?" he asked.
"yes i'm sure. i'm having fun."
"you're standing alone in a corner." he deadpanned. "some people enjoy not being in the sport light, dude."
he rose his eyebrows like he couldn't,
wouldn't,
shouldn't believe what he's hearing.
"popularity isn't everything." she elaborated.
seconds past.
"you're weird." he decided.
"no, i'm laura."
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