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Warning: Actual has a happy ending...I think


"Hey. You see that kid over there?"

"Who, that kid? The one wearing those amazing glasses?"

"Yup, he's new here. At least, new to party's like this."

"Really? I bet he's wearing those god-awful glasses so he can fit in." Giggles erupted from the two girls. They continued gossiping between themselves, commenting on the 'new kid's' shades, shoes, swagger, and on and on, giggling continuously.

In another corner of the room, another group of friends also noticed the boy. Each of them made some sort of derisive sound when looking at him. "His shoes are so gaudy," or "Look how he's walking – like he's better than everyone else."

The boy however, continued walking, either completely ignorant to the insulting looks and statements following him, or impervious to the. His stride shortened as he reached his destination; a young man sitting in the furthest seat form the front, hidden almost completely by the lack of light in that corner.

"Hey love. Remember me?" the young man stated as he approached the table.

"Hmm, how could I forget you? But, do you remember me? I know your type, and I don't want to remember you; I want to forget you, but I don't think I can." The seated man stood and stepped lightly around the other. "You're the type that needs to make a scene. You want everyone to look at you, notice you. You walk around like you're tough shit, cooler than everyone here. Believe it or not, that's a lie. Just stop and listen will you? Everyone is staring; does that make you feel better?" The boy lightly turned away from the other and walked quietly away, back thru the party and thru the crowd.

The aforementioned crowd stared at the elegant man, walking quietly and unassuming-like. When his hopeful wanna-be companion attempted to follow he was stopped. The gazes of the crowd, previously admiring the lithe form retreating from the room, turned to stare at him. As he moved, retracing the others' steps, he noticed the loudness of his steps. The crowd around him twittered like a flock of canaries. His pace increased, as did the twittering, with every step he took. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the obnoxious noise each of his steps made stopped, along with the birds. He was out of that room, his head was pulled out of the clouds, but now, he needed to find that person.

He pulled of his sunglasses, tucking them away into him pocket. He took a few steps in one direction and winced at the sound of his tread. He slipped off his shoes, holding them in his hand. He began walking forward again, out of the protection of the awning over the entrance to the party room. It was raining, he realized with a start. He contemplated replaced the shoes but caught a quick movement to the right of him. He instantly forgot his shoes, dropping them, and taking off after the shape he saw.

Running through the rain, dodging this way and that, trying to find the mysterious shape, the man was abruptly pulled to a stop. A hand was gripping the sleeve of his jacket, and as he lifted his eyes from the hand on his arm, before he could even register the person in front of him, a pair of lips stole over his.

"This, this is the person I remember." Another kiss graced his lips. "There was this really conceited person earlier." He stated matter-of-factly. "He was a real jerk, acting like he was cooler than everybody." The eyes belonging to the same body as the hand bore into his, "His steps made so much noise and his shades and shoes made him look like a douche." The eyes turned away from him. "He walked to the table we planned to meet at." A second hand gripped him, "Help me forget that person. I hate people like that."

"I'll make sure that person never shows up again. I promise." Their sorrows were washed away as the rain continued to fall about them


Um...It seems kind of obvious but I was listening to Cooler Than Me by Mike Posner. I love that song. I used this song and the word obnoxious specifically for a friend of mine, cause she read this and said i made her sad with all the doom and gloom...so Jazmine...here, happy...sorta...

The-Sponge-Who-Could-Fl y

Laila

PS I realize this has basically the same theme as the previous one but, the story is really different so...yeah