So a friend convinced me that what I really needed was to go out. I knew he was wrong, but I didn't want to argue, so I went out to some sort of party of someone I didn't know.
Almost 6 million people live in this stupid city, but of course, of all the places they can choose to go, one very special person chose the same place I did.
As if my life wasn't funny enough, Popular Girl was there.
Popular Girl: Well well, what are you, doing here?
Me: I was about to ask myself the same question.
Popular Girl: Huh? Whatever. So what have you been up to? Saving the world as always?
Me: Not really. Just trying to save myself. But I guess I failed.
Popular Girl: Yeah, you've always been kinda lost. I mean, you've always been some kind of loser.
Me: Great, just what I needed. How come I always end up with you? My life is some sort of joke.
Popular Girl: Huh? Yeah, right. So can you take me home please? I think all my friends left.
Me: I'm sure you'll make new ones round here in a minute.
Popular Girl: Come on, for old times. Please? You might even get to kiss me this time.
Me: Wow, my dream come true.
Popular Girl: You know? I could kiss you if I wanted to.
Me: Um, sure. Like you've never tried that before. Come on, I'll take you home. I don't want you to die, yet.
Popular Girl: Thanks!
So after dropping her home, I drove aimlessly through the empty streets. Six million people, how come I was so alone?