I sit at the small bar not really knowing what to do. Abby ran off with Becca a couple of minutes ago and I'm left here by myself. I'm not always the best at making new friends with people I don't know. Back in high school, it seemed easy, like it wasn't even a challenge to make friends. But now that we're in college it almost feels like a challenge. Like the atmosphere has changed and instead of just being friends with people because of their personality, they also have to have intellect. I think that's why Abby gets along with Becca better than I do.

As soon as I met Becca I knew that her and I were a bad combination to have living together. I don't know how to explain it really, but right from the get go it was obvious that she didn't like me, and I'm not used to people not liking me.

But as soon as she met Abby they got along just fine. I'm honestly not used to people talking to Abby more than me. Mostly because Abby never really talked much around people that she didn't know. So now that she's best friends with the only other person that I know at this college, I'm not exactly sure who to talk to, everyone here just seems so intimidating.

"From the look on your face right now, I'm not sure whether or not you're contemplating how terrible the food is here, or spiraling into depression," a deep voice says next to my ear. "Should I be concerned?"

I look over to see a boy standing there with a teasing smile on his face. My breath catches a little bit as I stare up at him from the seat that I'm sitting in. He's extremely handsome but looks very familiar. Like I've seen him before, but I'm not quite sure where from.

"No you shouldn't," I say and almost expect him to walk away. His eyes shift to the seat next to me but I don't invite him to sit down. He begins whistling, swinging his arms back and forth, while glancing between the chair and me. I just raise my eyebrows at him.

"Oh of course I'll sit with you," he says after a while. "It's no problem at all. Thanks for inviting me to sit with you."

He pulls out the chair that's next to me before I can say anything and quickly slides into it. I breathe out a heavy sigh. I know that I don't know anyone else at this party, but I'm not sure if I want to be acquainted with this guy. He's already giving off a bad persona towards me.

"I'm Falon," he says holding out a hand towards me and I hesitantly shake it. I attempt to pull my hand away but he just holds onto it more firmly. "And your name?"

"Let go of my hand," I say looking at him with a bored look on his face. Tons of guys have played this game with me before and I don't plan on sleeping with him. "Before I elbow you in the throat."

His eyes widen a little bit and he bites his lips before letting go of my hand. He looks lost for words for a second before nodding a little bit. He looks back up at me.

"Could you at least be slightly less rude?" He asks pouting. "I'm trying to turn on my manly charm."

"Manly," I laugh at him as he looks down at the bar sadly. "Yours is more of a boyish charm. And also too obvious, as soon as you hold onto a girl's hand for longer than needed, that is a pretty dead give away of your intentions with her."

"Well if you're not going to sleep with me," he says and I roll my eyes at him. "Will you at least have a drink with me?"

"Just one?" I ask him and he nods eagerly.

"Just one."

A couple of hours later we're outside in the parking lot and I'm laughing at him as he attempts to climb one of the campus trees. I stuck to my one drink rule, but Falon is another story. He downed several shots and from the looks of it, he's definitely a light weight.

"You know I never understand the whole fucking thing with little kids," he says sitting on the ground with his legs tucked underneath him. "Like why do they get all of the attention? I AM FUCKING ADORABLE!"

I laugh at him and sit on the ground next to him as he rambles on and on about random things. I lay back in the grass and look up at the sky, I don't think I've had this much fun in one night since...I don't know how long it's been. My high school life was full of trying too hard and fake friends. I don't think there's ever really been a real person in my life besides Abby. Even my parents are questionable when it comes to being real. But Falon is the kind of person who doesn't give two shits about anything he says and I honestly admire that. I'm always thinking about the things I say and whether or not to say them, but he doesn't care what other people think.

"-so I told him," Falon says laying back next to me so that we're laying shoulder to shoulder in the grass. "That food is probably really sad when they realize that they're about to die. Like take a watermelon for example, that watermelon is a person too, and we're just going to go and steal it from it's watermelon village? Watermelons have feelings too, they're watermelon family and friends are probably devastated when they wake up in the morning and realize that another watermelonite is missing-"

"Watermelonite?" I ask looking over at him.

"That's the name of the watermelon village people," he says in a 'duh' voice. Like it's something I should already know. "Anyways, that's why I name all of my food before I eat it. To acknowledge that I won't forget them for nourishing me. For sacrificing themselves to keep me alive."

I giggle at him. He sounds like a six year old talking about this. But I can't help but lose it when he says this next sentence in the most serious voice I've ever heard:

"The last thing I ate was a piece of pie," I swear his voice cracks when he says that. "Her name was Courtney...I held a small funeral for her. The other pielites were there too, I haven't eaten them yet because I'm waiting to give them a name."

I burst out laughing and he looks at me, almost wounded, that I'm laughing. But I can't help it, I'm never going to let him live down any of the stuff that he's saying.

"You must have no soul," he says frowning at me. "This is a serious matter...HEY LOOK ITS A BIRD!"

His eyes widen as he sees a bird fly over head and I frown at him. It's probably getting really late, and I should probably try to get him back to wherever he's staying, but I don't really want to go back to my dorm yet.

"Falon we should leave now," I say and he looks over at me with a sad expression on his face.

"Do you not like my company?" He asks staring at me with wide eyes. "WHY DON'T YOU WANT MY COMPANY? I'M FUCKING ADORABLE!"

I flinch a little bit as he yells again and he stands up, staggering a little bit. I quickly stand up to and grab his arm before he falls down.

"Let go," he says trying to pull his arm away. "Someone else will enjoy my company more."

"No Falon," I say pulling on his arm. "I can enjoy your company at your dorm. It's really late."

"I'm not moving until you say it."

"Say what?"

"You know what."

"Falon, I don't know what."

"Say it."

"SAY WHAT."

"That I'm fucking adorable," he says crossing his arms over his chest and raising an eyebrow at me.

"I refuse," I say crossing my arms over my chest too.

"Fine," he says looking away. "Then I'm staying here."

"Falon..."

"...is fucking adorable," he says raising an eyebrow at me. "Just say it."

"You're adorable," I grunt out.

"Ah ah ah," he says shaking a finger in my face. "FUCKING adorable."

"Falon you're fucking adorable," I say and he finally grins at me. "Now where's your dorm?"

He throws an arm around my shoulder, leaning most of his body weight on me, so I'm basically carrying him. He laughs a hefty laugh as I almost fall.

"On forth towards my temple!" He shouts walking towards the dorm room. I shake my head at him but before we even reach the dorms he stops and looks at me. "You're really pretty."

"You're really drunk," I say frowning at him.

"No don't worry I'm an honest drunk," he says slurring his words a little bit. "And you're really beautiful. And I'm usually sarcastic and self indulgent but since I'm drunk I think I'm allowed to admit that I like you."

"You don't even know me," I say shaking my head at him. Trying to tell myself that he's just saying all of this because he's drunk, but it's getting hard to remember because he seems so serious.

"I want to though," he says looking down at the ground bashfully. I tilt my head at him, how did he go from ranting about food to this?

It happens before I see it coming, his hand is lifting to my face, he's leaning in and unconsciously so am I. When our lips touch a blast of euphoria shoots through my body and I know he feels it too because he immediately tenses up when we connect. But it's over almost as soon as it happens, a very simple kiss, but it doesn't feel like it. When we pull away I look at him and he stares back at me.

And that's how it all began.