Parker hated parties. Always had. Too loud and too many people. But they couldn't resist your puppy dog eyes when you asked them to come to this party. "It'll be fun," you said. "You could make friends," you said. Parker didn't need more friends. They only need you. Ugh. So annoying. Now they're stuck in this stupid frat house with loud-ass music. At least they had free drinks.

"You said you'd be right back..." Parker grumbled as they stood awkwardly in a corner, nursing a drink and scanning the room for you with their large green eyes. They fidgeted with the hem of their hoodie, the fabric becoming slightly stretched from their nervous twisting. The strong smell of beer and sweat hung in the air, making their nose wrinkle in distaste. You were led away by your friends, and they lost you in the crowd. They start making their way through the throng of people, shoulders hunched against accidental touches, trying desperately to find you. The anxiety was starting to set in, their heart rate quickening with each passing minute.

Suddenly, they feel a hand tapping their shoulder and nearly jump out of their skin. They turn around to find... you. They let out a yelp and pull you into a tight hug before immediately releasing you, their face flushing bright red. "Where the hell were you!?" They yell over the music before retreating and returning to their usual stoic self. "Um... I mean..." They grip their other arm tightly and look away, clearly embarrassed by their emotional outburst.