[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; color: #494949; letter-spacing: 0.2px; word-spacing: 1px; margin-top: 10px;"]oh man.
milo , too , hated parties. not for the same reason that brendan hated parties , though. in fact , he enjoyed the concept: people gathering , talking , dancing. having a wholesome time . . . for once. kalief took him to plenty , in fact , however they were different than this.
it was more . . . internal feelings that plagued him. that he'd do something dumb , as if that were different from any other day. he , too , considered not going but he found himself thinking about this ball since it'd been announced a kinda ah . . . new year , new me type of thing with the exception that it wasn't even new years yet. whatever. that didn't matter. what mattered was that he was rebranding himself. no more awkward milo , not knowing what to say to the pretty girl nearest to him ( "hey , uh can we dance" awkward, weird, unattractive ) hello suave milo ( "hey let's dance" confident, bold . . . spunky )
milo wasn't new to dressing spiff. his parents owned Burberry and Gucci for christ's sake. of course since he no longer had access to those , however , finding something was a little harder. he canvased the area , attempting to avoid asking someone until when all other options ran out , he finally did. he settled for a suit that was no Burberry but was nice enough , looking at himself in the mirror for 45 minutes ball-prior imagining what he would say. particularly to pandora. eventually, how much he rehearsed should have told him how this night would go. if that wasn't a red flag, the gel should have been. he was confident enough to leave his two comfort sources in the room : casey and his handle dandy sketchpad. in retrospect , maybe all would have went better if he left the gel out of the equation.
milo , for the first hour and a half stood there , acting as milo as ever. not new milo , but the milo he attempted to leave behind. he sees pandora here and there , but never does he makes an attempt to converse ; he thought she was intimidating in jeans and a t-shirt but she was far more intimidating in a dress. he holds his punch , standing stoic , afraid if he squeezed the cup anymore it might explode onto his suit. he's so used to having a comfort source , whether casey his sketchbook or both , he attempts to find one or the other to no avail. his fingers twitch. a slow song comes on cuing what should be his moment. he moves nonetheless. great.
it's when he sees brendan does he decide to weave through the crowd. calm himself with something more familiar. brendan , too , is ostracizing himself from the crowd in typical brendan fashion. but he has to be at this party for a reason , not just because he is forced to , right ? [b]"let's dance." immediately as he says it , he begins to become apologetic as he hastily adds, [b]"I mean if you- ah- want to- I just thought since you haven't really been doing anything you'd want to just- like brotherly." he clasps his fingers together, which probably doesn't help his case. typical.
milo , too , hated parties. not for the same reason that brendan hated parties , though. in fact , he enjoyed the concept: people gathering , talking , dancing. having a wholesome time . . . for once. kalief took him to plenty , in fact , however they were different than this.
it was more . . . internal feelings that plagued him. that he'd do something dumb , as if that were different from any other day. he , too , considered not going but he found himself thinking about this ball since it'd been announced a kinda ah . . . new year , new me type of thing with the exception that it wasn't even new years yet. whatever. that didn't matter. what mattered was that he was rebranding himself. no more awkward milo , not knowing what to say to the pretty girl nearest to him ( "hey , uh can we dance" awkward, weird, unattractive ) hello suave milo ( "hey let's dance" confident, bold . . . spunky )
milo wasn't new to dressing spiff. his parents owned Burberry and Gucci for christ's sake. of course since he no longer had access to those , however , finding something was a little harder. he canvased the area , attempting to avoid asking someone until when all other options ran out , he finally did. he settled for a suit that was no Burberry but was nice enough , looking at himself in the mirror for 45 minutes ball-prior imagining what he would say. particularly to pandora. eventually, how much he rehearsed should have told him how this night would go. if that wasn't a red flag, the gel should have been. he was confident enough to leave his two comfort sources in the room : casey and his handle dandy sketchpad. in retrospect , maybe all would have went better if he left the gel out of the equation.
milo , for the first hour and a half stood there , acting as milo as ever. not new milo , but the milo he attempted to leave behind. he sees pandora here and there , but never does he makes an attempt to converse ; he thought she was intimidating in jeans and a t-shirt but she was far more intimidating in a dress. he holds his punch , standing stoic , afraid if he squeezed the cup anymore it might explode onto his suit. he's so used to having a comfort source , whether casey his sketchbook or both , he attempts to find one or the other to no avail. his fingers twitch. a slow song comes on cuing what should be his moment. he moves nonetheless. great.
it's when he sees brendan does he decide to weave through the crowd. calm himself with something more familiar. brendan , too , is ostracizing himself from the crowd in typical brendan fashion. but he has to be at this party for a reason , not just because he is forced to , right ? [b]"let's dance." immediately as he says it , he begins to become apologetic as he hastily adds, [b]"I mean if you- ah- want to- I just thought since you haven't really been doing anything you'd want to just- like brotherly." he clasps his fingers together, which probably doesn't help his case. typical.
[align=center][I]i was told when i got older all my fears would shrink info