We were sitting on the risers left by the huge Christmas tree at my school's memorial union. It was about 1 a.m. The wedding, celebrated above, was coming to an end. You'd see dressed up people, who just a few hours ago were probably all posh and proper, come out sweating and drunk. A rather nice-looking girl in high hills and a mini skirt gleefully went down the stairs, followed by a guy who maybe had a little too much and now was cursing very loudly.
My friend turned his head away from the scene, "Someone is going to get some action." We sat in silence and stared more at the couple, "...and I'm not". I was going to joke and ask how he was so sure, but then decided against it. I knew he wasn't getting any that night.
We didn't talk for a while thinking about our own things and listening to the sound of slow, distant music. It's amazing how comfortable it can be to simply sit together quietly if you are with someone you know very well. There is some sort of connection you feel and no one needs to say anything to acknowledge it.
"I wonder how different my life would be if I wasn't..attractive. You know? Would we be friends?". I looked at my friend waiting for an answer, but he didn't turn, "Yeah...I wouldn't have even started talking to you." He gave a faint smile.
Bastard. I knew he was honest. I smiled too.
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