The Party

I don't know why it suddenly came back to me. Maybe it's because Tristan was lying next to me and hugging me like that morning when old hag visited, I'm sorry the queen. It took a while since that day to understand how I feel about him.

"What are you thinking about? You're sad," Tristan whispered, staring at me uncertainly. I had the impression that, despite everything, it was some kind of deja vu.

"I wonder how much time we could have wasted together because of my stupidity," I replied, hugging him tighter.

"Well, under the influence of alcohol, you were quite sure how you felt about me and I won't say you gave me such high hopes then, which you then trampled so brutally."

I was surprised that there was no reproach in his voice, he just laughed lightly, as if to add that it mattered more to him that we ended up together than all the things that happened in between. But he was right...

The list of guests who were supposed to attend Lucas's birthday party was long, even before that I had been joking with Zoey that maybe I would meet some interesting guy there. I remembered that she hadn't laughed much about it at the time, she was probably already plotting something with Tristan behind my back. And yes, I met some cool, handsome, and eloquent men there, who were certainly good material for partners. Of course, Tristan followed me there even though I didn't invite him. I expected him to cause trouble, and to make comments, but that night he was just subdued and looked at me with longing eyes. I wanted to hug him because he looked like he needed it.

I was sitting on the couch sipping another drink, I was beginning to feel the effects of the alcohol, but I didn't feel any particular need to care. I was young and stupid, and I thought I had the right to let loose myself a bit. Suddenly, the boy I was talking to put his arm around me and pulled me to him. Tristan jumped up, but only clenched his fists in rage. I looked from my old to my new companion, and so on for a long time. I began to compare them, and my slightly drunk mind, apparently also honest with itself because of this, judged that we prefer the spirit in every respect.

"Excuse me, it's nice talking to you, but I have a boyfriend," I mumbled, squirming out of his embrace.

"If you say so, I'll respect it." He smiled politely at me and stood up, my classmate taking his place.

"I didn't think you'd blow such a hottie off with a not-so-sophisticated lie," she said, nodding her head negatively. “And he had his eye on you from the beginning of the party."

"But I'm telling the truth," I said stubbornly.

"Maybe you will say more like he's here," she joked.

"Yeah, there he is," I replied, pointing to Tristan, whose face suddenly lit up with a wide grin.

"You're funny when you're drunk," Nessa laughed heartily and leaned her head against my shoulder. "Very funny, you haven't introduced yourself to this side yet."

"But he's here." I was sorry she didn't believe me. "And I love him very much, but I don't think I've told him that yet."