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She invited him to a party with her friends.

That was officially the worst idea mankind had ever gotten.

He didn't even bother being polite. His response was short and stoic and to the point.

"No."

"Aww, not even a maybe?"

She was doing that again. That infuriating half-begging half-puppy eyes look. Which was actually more gross than it was cute.

(It was probably 100% gross and 0% cute.)

(...Okay, maybe 1%.)

"No."

Persuading him to hangout was as difficult as convincing her to stop talking to him.

"For me? Please?"

He wanted to laugh. She was the last thing he would ever do anything for.

"I said, no."

"That doesn't matter. I'm dragging you there. Physically."

"... I'm taller and heavier and stronger than you."

She snorted. "And I have the power of a tiiiger! Move yo butt!"

More like the power of the sun, actually, he thought. But he didn't want to fuel her ego.

Her warm, flabby hand grasped around his arm firmly. A suppressed grin on his face, he began to be pulled along. She was determined, huffing and puffing and shouting.

Too bright, too blinding, too noisy, his sun.

But maybe she was right. Maybe talking to new people would do him good.

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A/N: Heyyyy I'm back! I would really like some comments... please?

*whispers* it's my birthday so