I hate parties. 

Or, I guess hate is too strong of a word; I dislike parties with a passion.

And yet, here I am with a red solo cup in hand and "Forest Whitaker" playing loudly among drunken cheers. I inch closer towards the kitchen, where there seems to be less noise. "Excuse me," I squeak out. "Excuse me, pardon me, thanks." Many people were disgruntled, but I can't keep a conversation to end my life. I sigh and take a sip of my drink; at least I can find something non-alcoholic. The kitchen was empty except for one person; a troll, they came down after their planet was destroyed. They are very nice from what I've heard, but I never fully met one. He was tall, lean, obviously high on something besides the 'fun' of life. I stand awkwardly away from them, making sure not to make eye contact. They seemed nice, don't get me wrong, but I just don't like socializing like a normal human; it's a bit scary. Oh shit, I made eye contact, abort, abort before he talks. 

"HeY lIl MaMa." Too late. I look down at my feet and didn't say anything. "HoW aRe YoU?" He seemed as awkward as me. Then again, the person he was talking to refused to talk. "mY mOtHeRfUcKiN nAmE iS gAmZeE." He continued. "i Am A tRoLl." I can see that, I wish I could say. I look at my f/c shoes. They're scuffed and slightly dirty. 

So I stayed in the kitchen for the rest of the night and early morning. Over time, I looked at Gamzee. Even in the eyes! They are a deep shade of indigo, and they had sparkles in them. He wore pajama-like pants and a loose fitting tee shirt. It had the Capricorn sign on it in the same shade of indigo as his eyes. He told me a lot about himself too; bloodcaste, favorite drink, favorite game, color, you name it. I wish I had the courage to respond, but all I could do was look at him and the ground, which was slowly being covered with other people's solo cups. 

He checked the time after talking for at least 3 hours. "I lIkE tHaT yOu LiStEn," He says. He grins and I felt my face heat up. I look back at his eyes and they were holding a sorry look to them. "BuT i GoTtA gO." I nod and he began walking away. Wait, no. I don't want to just forget him later, I want to somehow talk to him! I reach out and yank on his tee shirt. He whirls around and looks at my face. It went even more red. "G-gamzee," I say in a low voice. His eyes sparkle again. "M-my name i-is Y-Y/n." I scramble to find a marker. Blue marker, no. Red marker, no. Purple, yes! I shakily write my phone number on his arm, my face feeling very hot. He looks down at his arm, and then at me. "I-I'd love to talk with y-you." I smile weakly at him. He nods and I smiled wider. He takes my hand and pecks it lightly, making me want to melt. Already falling for a guy I barely talked to, huh? Of course it would happen in the place I hate the most.

Maybe parties are better. I still prefer the silence, but I am so happy to have met Gamzee because of one!