Hangout, we all look good, smell fine, ordering food, cool beverages, or maybe hot drinks. Side talks, small conversation, fun, laughter, smiles, sharp shrieks, jokes, laughter, loud laughter.. freeze
Who are they? How do I know them? How did I get here? She looks so beautiful, oh my god she looks so pretty. I wonder if he admires her beauty but never tells me? How do I look like now? Is my hair messed up as always? Zoom on his mustache. His mouth is moving, I think he's talking to someone, maybe he's talking to me but I can't listen, I hear him but I can't listen. His mustache is so distracting, it is disgusting that hair grows out of our skin, I mean what the hell? Disgusting, and there's something between his teeth, he's talking again. I don't wanna talk to him, I don't wanna listen either but I like the way his jaws move. It is so masculine. I think I hate him, I don't exactly know him. Does her beauty prevents her from crying without any obvious reason like I do sometimes? Does she trust people? How does he see me? Oh my god, why is she so ugly, her face is so tall, she looks like a fish. I fucking hate her because she hurt me last year when we were in class. I like his shirt. His shirts are always wrinkled. I think his parents aren't on good terms, it shows. I've never met them though. His mouth is moving again, now I'm sure, he is talking to me. We're all gonna die someday. Why are we laughing? Everything is subtle. Trivial. Irrelevant. And we're dressed up and shit. I don't wanna be here. It's not that I hate them, it's just that I don't know them. At all. I can hear my name again in a bored tone. Seems like it was on repeat..
"Yes, yes..what?"
laughter, I feel young. That was so funny. Smiles. I'm actually happy. Side talks. I love them, we're good. Laughter, loud laughter.
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