Disclaimer:

This isn't really a fanfiction. Though I believe all stories could be posted here. No worries though. Fan fictions will be added.

Chapter Two: Buried Alive

What was he doing here? His brown eyes glanced around the party; Josh had ditched him, maybe not meaning to, with a girl by the name of Paula with red hair. She seemed cute and nice someone Clay could get use to. Yet this tortured feelings of being alone drove at Clay's mind. It was his first day here, he shouldn't expect special treatment from anyone.

The brunette had made his way through the crowd of dancing people, to the bar to get more to drink. He was drinking nonalcoholic drinks until now when he grabbed himself a beer and opened it. Might as well drown your sorrows. Clayton thought to himself turning his back and leaned against the bar. Watching the crowd again. "Maybe...I should dance." He spoke aloud not really expecting someone to answer. "Yes, Maybe you should."

Clayton jumped, his beer sloshing towards the one who spoke, a gorgeous blond. It's him! Clayton stared up to the Male, mouth open slightly. Soon he realized what he did. "O-Oh god, I"m sorry!" He moved quickly to get some napkins but the Male already had some cleaning up his shirt. "It's fine." He replied back, flashing him a warm smile. Maybe it was the beer, but Clayton stumbled a little.



I know. Not a full chapter. But I'm working on it.