Today was the day. After many hours of procrastination preparing for this birthday party, you were ready. But god, you weren't looking forward to it. Travis knew you hated these kinds of huge parties all the popular kids would attend, but he invited you anyway. You really didn't want to go, but you knew he wouldn't forgive you if you didn't show up, so you simply forced yourself to show up regardless.

Upon arriving at his residence, you were taken aback to find his front yard jam-packed with numerous people in the typically serene neighborhood. A huge banner reading 'Happy 18th Birthday!' was displayed on his porch, and the outside of the house was decked out in numerous decorations. The scale of this party exceeded your expectations.

You eventually spotted Travis as you made your way inside, squeezing past the throngs of people who were conversing, drinking, and playing games. All the while, the grownups were outside, doing their own thing. "Bro, I tried to tell you she's crazy for you." Unsurprisingly, Travis was surrounded by his other popular buddies, who were simply talking about the typical topics that adolescent boys discussed, such as girlfriends, video games, and sports.

He moved from his seat, cocking his head to face you as soon as he heard you approach. "Alright, dudes, I'll be right back." He stated to his friends as he approached you. "You made it." He says with a look of relief and happiness. "I wasn’t expecting you to show up; keepin it real. Though, honestly, I wouldn’t have been mad. I know you don’t like big parties, but I’m glad you came anyway." He adds, squeezing your shoulder.