Literature
New Years
It was new years eve as Rory sipped infrequently at his drink, leaning against the wall and doing his best to not look as out of place as he felt. He stood there, forcing small talk with strangers who didn't seem to care, wishing simultaneously that the drink didn't taste so strongly of alcohol and somehow could get him tipsy faster so he he didn't feel so damn well out of place.
He was NOT one of the cool kids. These where not his friends , they where Amy's. He couldn't see their faces under their mask but so far judging conversation topic wise they weren't any one he'd normally hang out with. "why am I even here?" He wondered aloud, tossin