Isaac doesn’t really recall how he got there, much like a handful of the previous parties he’d attended, but he knew for sure that this wasn’t going to be the average party. The atmosphere thumped wildly, attuning to the jumbled mix of teenagers participating in acts they no doubt wouldn’t remember in a couple hours, and the chatter static in his head. He had connections, other than the ones which labeled him to be a part of the useless crew, ones in which blossomed from late nights studying and constant scratches against bright, white pieces of paper endlessly for a class. Through the grape vine, he’d whisked away his blank scheduled night and a tight grip on a couple friends. Obviously it was inevitable that throughout the night he’d lose them, flickering in and out between the mass crowd of upperclassmen and the haze of strong, dizzying alcohol. Mind in a bit of a tizzy, eyes glazed over, and breath shallow in his chest, Isaac leaned against a wall far away from most coherent company. There was a couple pressed tightly against a couch only a couple feet beside him but apart from that barely anything with a pulse, so it seemed. His fingers gripped tightly onto the bottle in his hands, more or less empty, and the precipitation built from the heated, tight air dripping onto his skin. There was a bump in his throat and Isaac found himself thinking, why was he even here?
At first, he didn’t even recognize the brief interaction, granted his mind a bit slow but nonetheless still there, and he hummed in response only. His mind caught up in the passing seconds, discarding the useless, empty bottle to a table not far out of his proximity and reach. “Isaac.” He spoke softly, words coming towards more of a reluctant thanks as he swayed towards his new company. Whomever the tall, dark stranger was, he’d felt a bit at ease side by side. Recognition only went so far these days, or so it seemed, the tall fixture and quirked curls leading as a bit of a more struck out notion. Lifting the bottle to his lips, parting the bitten, pink skin and taking a few gulps the silence played a role on his erratically beating heart. The silence evolved the pair, a bit of a heavy weight settling against his chest as a reminder as the crowds only become more careless and loud.
Surprised at the sudden influx of conversation, he peered towards the boy— Dylan, once again. “I’m a, uh, sophomore actually. You?” His words were a little slurred, moving to join together in a haste to unfold from his busying lips. His heart rate was naturally heavy in the presence of people he didn’t genuinely know, himself retreating towards the warm comfort of familiarity at almost a constant. It was easier, or so it seemed, to keep quiet. There was something, odd and unkempt that he’d usually miss it at a blink of an eye, but spreading across his mind like a haze. The need to stay put, to bring more forth, and to just be with the latest addition to his average teenage life. “Seen me? Can’t say I’m all too famous exactly.” Isaac mumbled, turning to lean more firmly against the wall on his side and his facial expression schooled to look more heads on, confrontal, curiosity clouding a bit hesitantly.
The music pounded into his ears loudly, making most thoughts flutter away. It was hard enough to focus most of the time anyways, and the music definitely put a damper on that train of thought. Dylan wasn’t sure what exactly to say to the boy, but he wanted to make a conversation, start something, anything really. He smiled a little when he got the other’s name, nodding a little. “Isaac is nice. I like it,” the curly haired boy grinned. He felt like he could hear the heartbeat of the stranger next to him, but the more he thought about it the more it became clear that it was just his own heartbeat echoing through his body. Maybe he was a bit more drunk than he had previously realized.
With a slight nod, Dylan smiled again. “Freshman. Have to admit, it’s pretty nerve wrecking. I mean, all of it; the big parties, high school. I can’t keep my head above water,” he laughed a little, trying to get a bit more comfortable with things. Maybe he was just drunk rambling, though. “How do you like it all? What with being a sophomore,” Dylan asked, leaning forward only to rock back again. He pressed his back against the cold wall, taking a drink from his cup. “Well, we have some mutual friends, I guess you’d say,” he shrugged a little, lifting the cup to his lips again. It wasn’t hard to drink down quickly, licking his lips and looking down into the cup to make sure it was, indeed, all gone. He let out a sigh, not wanting to go refill it, and pushed it onto the table where Isaac had put his empty bottle.
After a moment of conversation, Dylan stepped forward, turning on his heel until he was facing Isaac. With an inviting grin, he held his hand out, waiting for the other to take it. “Let’s dance. Over here in this corner, just us. It’ll be fun,” he smiled. “No jokes or anything, I’m not trying to trick you. I really just want to dance with you. Your legs- I mean, you just look like you’d be good at dancing,” he smiled again, dimples popping out from his cheeks. As soon as Isaac took his hand, Dylan grinned widely. He pulled the boy close, swaying with the music and grinding into him a little. He was probably being really out of line. It was likely. But he was drunk, and he wanted to grind with Isaac so bad.
It was one of the first parties of Dylan’s high school career. Maybe it was because he was already on the varsity football team that he was even at this party, considering it was a junior party and he was only a freshman, but that only made him all the more excited. He was easily one of the only freshmen at the party. As he came in, he was quick to find a drink. It wasn’t as if Dylan was an alcohol virgin, but he definitely hadn’t drank much before. Coming to the table, he got a cup and filled it with whiskey, gulping it down and refilling it with cheap vodka this time. He walked into the crowd, letting himself get into the music as much as possible. It was a great party, he could spend the entire night there if he had the option, but he had a curfew he didn’t want to go over too much. After only a few minutes, the dance floor became not his scene, and he wandered back over to the drinks, just looking around the area.
That was when he laid his eyes on Isaac Nelson. Dylan had seen the boy around, recognized him well from school and even from being around the same people, but they hadn’t ever really talked. He took the opportunity to walk over to him, give him a little conversation. He looked lonely and kind of sad, and even though the beer bottle he held was empty, he seemed like he wasn’t going to go get a new one, which was sort of odd to Dylan. It didn’t make much sense to just stand around with an empty bottle at a party this bustling and fun. Maybe that was the real reason Dylan went over to him. He grabbed a fresh and cold beer, taking the top off himself, before approaching the slender and tan boy. “M’Dylan,” he smiled, handing the beer to the other and joining him in leaning against the wall.
For a good while he kept quiet. The curly haired boy didn’t want to be an intrusion, wanted to give the other the chance to walk away or tell him to go, but when it seemed he wasn’t going to do either, he struck up conversation. “I’ve seen you around, but I don’t know much. What grade are you in?” Dylan asked, taking a drink from the blue solo cup in his hand. It probably looked sorta weird that he was standing against the wall with a stranger instead of dancing with his friend and the rest of the football team, but he didn’t want to dance with them, he wanted to stand here and talk to the boy next to him.