"Thanks for waiting on me, Mr.Floyd" I shut the door to his jeep. "No problem and while were out, call me Dean" He smiles while turning the key, cranking up his long silver BMW.

The ride was quite and akward. Too scared to say anything and too scared to even move. The most I could do was look out the window to see the trees passing.

"So..." He tries to start a conversation but leaving the atmosphere more akward. "..so.."I answer. "so~.." he stretches out the "O" for a longer sound. "thanks...for uh...Coming..you know" I say, neck burning in head because of my embarrassment.
He smiles at me, dimples popping. He was just good looking, for a adult. "No problem kid, least I could do for someone who has seen this side to people" He grins.

"This side of poeple..?" I whisper, replaying the question to myself. "Well, the homophobic people and intrusive thoughts and what not" He says, brushing it off. "How would you know anything about that." I scoff, face slightly scrunched up. "Because, I'm pansexual" He says, still focused on the road. I let out a gasp.

Oh no...Oh no no no...I just made it more akward didnt I...

"oh...s-sorry..."I mutter. "Its fine." He grins, eye flashing between me and the road. "I have a question  Mr.Fl- Dean." I ask. He hums with a reassurance he is listening. "How...how hard was it when you came out?" I ask, my fingers fiddling with the skin. I didnt know if it was a topic that could be easily discussed or-...

"I mean...It wasnt like yours. Getting outed and stuff."He grumbles. "Hashtag, so uncool" He chuckles. My cheeks lighten up while my face holds a small smile. "Dont say that anymore" I chuckle back at him.

"Whateves!" He rolls his eyes as he pulls in at the party. "Wow...you didnt even have to ask..." I mumble. "Really...Loud music, kids drinking out of red cups...is there anymore of a teen party that this" He cocks his eyebrow with a hint of something in his eyes.

He takes out the key and opens his door. I fiddle with my seat buckle for a moment taking in all of this. I breath in and out and then, I opened the door. "Cmon kid" He points his head in the direction of the door. I nod.

We finally get inside to see people hung up on one another, sucking faces. A game of spin the bottle, Drink or dare, 7 minutes in heaven and more annoying games. I sigh deeply and look over at Dean. "You got this?" I ask him nervousness in my voice. "Shouldnt you be asking yourself that, sir?" He chuckles yet again.

"Do you know where your little friend is?" He bends down a little,swings his big arm over my shoulder. I shake my head. "Then...Walk around?" He questions. I shrug. "okay then, thanks for the answeres"he huffs.
This was so unlike him. Mr.Floyd was kind, caring, soft, and very intelligent. But- Dean...He was fun, sarcastic and forgetful.

"Want anything to drink...wait..."He mutters off to himself. "Have you ever drank before" he laughs. I embarrassly shake my head.

A few hours later, the room was spinning and Dean was playing chug while I was on the couch. "Chug Chug Chug!" The ground intesipated for Dean to drink more than the guy next to him. "Hey there cutie-pie" A girl sits next to me. Her hair brown with blonde fading at the roots. Her eyes were surprisingly pretty.

She smelt of smoke and alchohol. Her clothes were a peice a fabric for the top and some jean 'shorts' but they were shorter than the word short. "hi." I say bitterly. "Why your all alone? Did someone ditch ya?" She asks, clinging to the side of me. The stench getting even worse. "mnh.." That's all I could let out. "interesting~" She says before kissing my cheek. "Ya dont mind if I lay here do ya?" She drinks another swallow of her disgusting alchohol.  I shrug so she took the opportunity to lay her head on my lap. Soon enough she starts snoring.

Another hour later and I find myself with Dean, singing a song. Anyone in that room could barely sing it anyways. His hand hugging my hips and head leaned on my hair. I started to feel myself get hot inside. I'm handed yet another cup of drink and the pain inside me is telling me "Drink it. Drink it". Even if my head is yelling at me my brain is telling me so I drank it.

Another 30 minutes in and I was in a room. It was kinda dark but at the same time kinda light. The room smelt of vanilla. A master bed, a desk, shelves, and a dresser. I was sitting on the dresser that was not too high above ground. It was short but wide. I was there with half of my shirt ripped off and purple Mark's on my neck with my hair messy as ever, but then...

I realised that I was making out with no one other than.......