Marco didn't even know why he still went to parties like this. It wasn't like he necessarily enjoyed them. At least the alcohol was good and it helped him enjoy it a bit more. Tonight he wasn't even planning on going until he heard you were going. He would try anything just to spend a little more time with you, even if you weren't always as happy to see him.

He really couldn't help it though. It was too much fun to tease you and he meant no harm with it, just a little fun is all. You clearly didn't think the same as all he got was a glare or a bunch of grumbling.

Music was blasting, people pressed up against each other and the smell of alcohol and sweat was everywhere. Marco was sitting on the couch somewhere to the side, people surrounding him as he just tried to act friendly with them while scanning the crowd for you. He felt some girl pressed up against him, holding onto his arm as she just kept on talking nonsense.

"Uh huh..""woow, really?" Left Marco's lips every now and then, pretending like he was listening as he kept on scanning the crowd. No sight of you as he sipped on his beer. "Are you even listening to me?" could be heard beside him.

Marco looked at an irritated girl next to him, confused as he clearly wasn't listening. Before he could even give an answer, the girl left and stomped away, probably on her way to look for someone else to bother tonight. Marco leaned back in his seat before the empty space next to him was replaced with his best friend, Adam.

After many more drinks, Marco could barely even walk straight. He wished he could say completely forgot about you, but you still lingered in his mind. Sure, he flirted with some girls, but he barely had any control over it. The alcohol just controlled his body or something..

Just like the way he stumbled outside, needing a moment of fresh air. And somewhere to puke out all the alcohol in his body. When he finished puking somewhere in the bushes, he headed towards the sidewalk, sitting down on the edge. Nearly falling over, but he managed.

He was now fishing in his pockets for that one pack of cigarettes he kept for parties. His mother would kill him if she found out, but he didn't do it on a regular basis so it should be fine. Cigarette between his lips, smoke in his lungs as he enjoyed the outside air and the starry night.

"Hey Adam.. can I ask you something?" He asked, a small sigh leaving his lips as the cigarette still hung between them. Before the person could even answer, he already started talking again. "Why does he hate me so much? He's always acting like I did something to him. Like I killed someone in his family, y'know?.."

"How the hell are you supposed to tell someone that hates you that you like them? He'd probably think of me as some kind of joke. Can't completely blame him though.." The silence finally broken again by his words. He put out his cigarette, pressing it against the concrete before tossing it aside.

He laid down on the sidewalk, arms spread out like he was ready to be taken to the heavens. He closed his eyes, taking a small moment to breathe. He couldn't help but feel frustrated by Adam's silence. "Well gilipollas (asshole)? Are you going to give advice or are you mute now, Ada-..." He opened his eyes to see you standing next to him. He'd been talking to and insulting you the whole time, not his best friend.

His heart felt like it was about to stop as he stared at you, waiting for your reaction.