He started watching people. The guys in the changing room, especially Patrick. He diverted his gaze from Patrick on the dance floor, shaking his head. He wasn't….whatever he is, this is. It was the loud music making it hard to think. That's all. That and the alcohol. He had another drink to steady himself. He needed to get away from the music, that's all. Not because Patrick had moved downstairs. In fact, he wanted to talk to Heather. That was it. Plus, he was drunk, who could fault him for anything he did. Patrick looked so good, not that he liked him. Brad had to go see him, after all he was a chill dude.

Brad walked through the door hesitantly. Patrick was sitting there, right there. Heather was sitting by Patrick. Immediately a wave emotions hit him. Anger, resentment, but mostly desire.

"Sup, Brad." Patrick turned around, his face barely visible from the weak naked bulb hanging for the ceiling. His eyes lingered for perhaps a moment too long.

"Come sit down" Heather interrupted the tense silence. Heather had gestured to her other side. "How do you like the party?"

"It's great," Brad wished Heather wasn't there. He just wanted to be alone with Patrick. He just didn't know if the reverse was true. It was so frustrating, not knowing what anyone else wanted. "Heather, Sandra said wanted to talk to you about Jake."

Heather rolled her eyes "Seriously? This is going to take forever. Well, see ya later you two"

Brad shuffles closer to Patrick. "Sup?"

Patrick grabs a beer from underneath him. He seems to be staring intensely at the wall. "Nothing much. Almost done with the book report".

"What so fascinating about the wall?"

"Nothing much." Patrick finally turned to look at Brad. This time the gaze definitely lasted too long. Or maybe that was wishful thinking.

"Can I have some of that?"

"The beer?"

That wasn't what Brad actually meant "Sure, the beer."

Taking a huge a gulp of it, Brad made a huge show of acting tipsy. He could stand it no longer. Moving drunkenly forward Brad leaned forward and kissed Patrick.


His brain was in a fog, and in vast amounts of pain. Alcohol and sleep deprivation did not mix that well. The harsh lights of the cafeteria glared down. But he was happy. Just touching Patrick, being able to keep his hand their was amazing. He had to hide this though. He had to hide this from others. Who knew what would happen. Well, it's not like most people remembered what happened at these parties anyway.

Across the cafeteria, Brad saw Patrick talking to his sister Sam.

Heather walked upped to Brad.

"How was the party? I didn't see you or Patrick afterwards."

Brad was alarmed, he didn't want people to know what he did last night.

"Man, I was sooo wasted, I don't remember anything." Brad winched in pain from his own voice, but he wanted everyone to know. Across the room Patrick stopped talking to Sam. Sam patted him on the arm.

Ding Dong!

The bell interrupted Brad's thoughts, signalling the beginning of Homeroom.


Patrick approached him.

"Do you really not remember from yesterday?"

"Beyond getting to the party? No."

Patrick looked upset. "Are you sure you don't remember anything?"

"Nope, I don't remember anything, you were at the party, weren't you?"

Patrick turned to leave.

"Hey, are you going to Carter's party on this friday?" Patrick asked, voice hopeful.

"Yeah I am, we will meet up then okay?" Brad couldn't wait.