He invited me to a party.

It would have music,

Drinks,

And girls.

He’s straight as a pole.

I’ll go anyway,

Just to see him.

I feel out of place.

Everyone is popular,

Luhan has friends.

I see them laughing

And having fun.

He’s laughing with the girls,

Flirting,

Smiling.

It hurts.

I’m at the punch bowl,

Drinking cups

And cups

Of punch.

It’s a sad world I live in.

Are you having fun?

He asks me.

I shake my head.

Why not?

He smiles.

Oh that smile.

I shrug.

You’re not a man of many words.

He laughs

That angelic laugh.

I crack a smile.

I take another sip of punch.

Let’s dance.

He says,

Pulling me to the floor,

Making me leave my punch.

I can’t dance.

He tries to get me to dance,

But I stand there like a statue.

He finally gives up,

Pulling me back out of the crowd.

I am the last one left over from the party.

I help him clean up.

When I finish,

He bids me a goodnight,

Tells me to rest up,

And that he will see me on Monday.