The music was blaring and she thought she saw Tori making out with some weirdo on the couch. She would've rather been anywhere else but of course Ell had guilt tripped her into coming. She looked down into her red cup and swished the liquid around it smelled acrid and little black specks were floating in it, probably cigarette ash she thought with a mental sigh. The brown haired girl shrugged her shoulders and tipped the rest of liquid down her throat. She relished the burn as it traveled down to fuel her continued tipsiness. The girl with a hoodie and a red cup in her hand turned around to get more booze from the keg. When she tripped over the overturned rug. Time seemed to slow as she watched her mistake unfold. You dumb drunken idiot the girl told herself as her fall toward the ground seemed inevitable. Imagining the laughter she closed her eyes.

"Ouff!" A noise escaped her mouth as someone caught her and hauled her back to her feet. She opened her eyes swaying and started chuckling. "Hey thanks you just saved me from a lot of embarrassment."

"Oh no problem, my joy to help a lady out." The boy wearing a green hoodie and messy brown hair laughed along with her.

"What's your name gallant knight?" She asked.

"Oh Edward, but my friends call me Edd." The browned eyed and brown haired artist smiled and offered the same question, "What's your name fair maiden?"

"Ha, my name is Tamara and to be honest I'd rather be any place else. In fact I might leave pretty soon and ditch my dumb friends." Tamara rubbed her left arm which held the red solo cup with her right. Edd looked a little crestfallen and gave Tamara a pouty look. "Aw come on the night's not even close to being over plus I know someone who would want to meet you." Edd said while looking deep into her non existent eyes as they moved to her spiky ponytail. "Would you wait here while I go get him?"

"Oh fine Edd, but he better not be a douche with some hard line." Edd laughed and just told her to wait.

Tamara looked around as she waited for Edd to return with her prince charming and saw Tori. She was indeed making out with some hair horned guy in a red hoodie. The pair was smushed up against a corner, Tamara made a face of disgust and glanced away. But where was Ell and Matilda? Tamara had time to ponder. Most likely knowing Matilda she would be in the bathroom admiring the reflection telling herself she was looking goooood! Man that creeped Tamara out.

Now Ell was a different story, she always did what was best for her friends and was the least crazy of all of them except when it came to her cola. Ell was probably making friends with all the party outcast just chatting it up. Tamara was shaken out of her thoughts when a familiar voice shouted her name.

"Tamara!" She rolled her er- eyes and started waving her hand in the direction of the voice. Edd was hauling a taller guy in a blue hoodie and checkered tennis shoes. Tamara still couldn't see this guys face. Edd reached her slightly out of breath with the exertion of pulling the bigger guy behind him. "Hey Tamara this is my disgruntled friend Tom, sorry for his rudeness he's very very sorry. Right Tom?" The man huffed and his back was still turned to Tamara but she could see his spiky hair. She wondered how much hair gel he used. Edd elbowed his friend.

"Edd I don't need your help, I can pick up girls on my own." Oddly Tom's voice reminded Tamara of her own.

"Just take one look at her you bloody buffoon." Edd retorted. Tamara was getting a little pissed at this point but still receptive. Tom took a quick glance at her from behind his shoulder, but too quick for her eyes to meet his.

But Tom had seen hers. Behind Edd Tom's heart was beating rapidly in his chest.

Suddenly Edd let out a squawk as he was pushed out of the way and Tom's hands were on her shoulders. Tamara flinched and squeezed her eyes shut. When she felt that Tom wasn't going to do anything she opened her "eyes". What she saw made her black pools go even wider. Blackness, empty cold blackness.

"No. It's-it's impossible." Tamara's voice trembled. The two stood looking into each other's eyes inches apart. "Yea I thought so too." Tom moved back a bit and surveyed her and she did the same. From each of their Ska themed shoes to the tops of their spiky hair, "This is really really weird." The duo said in unison. Tamara shook her head and said "Okay on the count of three say your favorite alcohol." Tom nodded and they began to count down. "One, Two, Three.. Smirnoff!"

"Alright now favorite flavored Smirnoff." They narrowed their eyes and began to count down again. "One, Two, Three.. Flavored alcohols for pussies!" They stared into each other's eyes narrowing them to almost a squint till the anticipation could've been cut with a knife. Then they busted out laughing "Ah Ha-ha!" Tamara and Tom were bent over holding their stomachs and tears were dripping out of their eye holes. Tom sobered first wiping a tear from his face and he watched the seemingly girl version of him try and stop laughing. Tom smiled and thought she looked pretty cute. Tamara even as she stifled her laughter thought Tom was pretty cute with those black eyes and awkward smile. There was a moment of silence as the awful party music played in the background.

Tom put a hand behind his spiky hair and ruffled it. "Hey, um," Tom stopped and looked down with a little laugh and faint blush had crept into his cheeks.

Yep, thought Tamara, Tom can't get any cuter.

"Do you wanna, maybe go out with me tomorrow? I-I mean you don't have to but I'd love to treat you too some coffee or whatever you like." Tom looked at Tamara with those puppy dog eye sockets. "Well sorry but I'm gonna have to decline." Tom's mouth opened and he looked heart broken. "How about I come home with you tonight, and you treat me to whatever you want tomorrow instead?" Tamara had sidled up to Tom and was looking deep into his ebony eyes. "You really mean it? You want to leave with me, Tom Ridgewell?" Tom was being skeptical. "Well yea who else here is cool enough to have Ska shoes?" Tamara laughed and elbowed Tom a little. "Come on let's find our friends and leave, this party's lame anyway, I'd rather get shitfaced at home."