The Pursuit of Felicity

"I don't get it," Mel exclaims with a swift shake of her head. Her straight, blonde tresses move with her and she raises a hand to tuck them behind her ears. I stare at her from my relaxed position against the wall. "It's not a difficult concept," I respond, exerting enough force to speak above the music. "You find someone cute, and you hook up with them." "But it won't be enjoyable if you don't like them," she rebuts as she pushes her glasses up on her nose. "Oh, it's enjoyable, trust me," I assure her with a knowing chuckle. "I wouldn't do it if it wasn't." Gen gets a laugh out of this, but Mel only attempts to further prove her point. "But doesn't it get boring?" she inquires. "I can say the same about being in a relationship. Having s*x with the same person for years. Doesn't that get boring?" I counter, not expecting an answer from Mel. She wouldn't know. She's never been in a relationship but she sure does idealize them. "You never want someone to cuddle with and talk to about your future?" she presses with a small frown. She's the kind of person that expects everyone to want the same thing as her; so when you want something vastly different, she's startled, curious, and just a little judgmental. "Well, personally, I don't like cuddling. And I can talk to my friends about my future," I answer with a shrug. "There's no consistency," she announces with a sigh. "That's what friends with benefits are for. I have Danny and Rex," I further explain. "When I get bored with them, I come to parties and find someone different." "I just don't get it," she mutters in slight frustration. "It's a good thing you don't have to do it then," I assure her as I place a hand to my chest. "But I, on the other hand, have some needs to attend to." I turn my attention back to the attractive boy across the room that I've been eyeing for the last half hour. Like me, he's posed in a slanted position against the wall with his feet propped out in front of him. He's nursing the drink in his hand though, whereas I'm downing mine solely for the effects. Typically, I'm not one to go after guys, but I can't let this one pass me up. He's too good-looking. "Which one are you staring at?" Gen inquires as she peers in the direction my eyes are locked in. "The guy with the black hoodie," I specify with a small nod in his direction. Mel, though annoyed, risks a glance in the direction of the horde of guys. It takes a minute but eventually, both their gazes fall admirably upon the boy my eyes are glued to. His golden skin is complimented by a head of tapered off black curls and thick eyebrows. The broad grin on his face tells me he's entertained by the discussion he's having with his friends and I feel slightly bad that I'm going to have to interrupt. "Damn..." Mel hisses before turning her large green eyes to me. "You work fast." "Hopefully, I get lucky," I tell my friends before tossing back the rest of my liquid courage. I typically don't drink, but I spotted him as soon as we walked in and knew I wouldn't have the balls to talk to him sober. As I shake the taste of alcohol out of my mouth, my eyes search for him once more, and I find him tipping his head back and laughing boisterously. "So we won't be seeing you until 3 in the morning," Genesis assumes with a small grin. "We'll leave the door unlocked." "Thanks," I cheese at them. I steal a sip of Mel's water before giving them an excited thumbs up. They return it and shoo me off so I turn on my heel and head out. Luckily for me, his friends find something interesting in the living room so they all migrate. However, he remains in his spot with his hands shoved deep in his pockets and his eyes looking through the crowd. I pick up the pace a bit in case he decides to join his group. Thankfully, he spots me approaching him, so I slow to a stop a few feet away. A flirtatious smile overtakes my face and I tilt my head up at him. One of his brows rises curiously, and a slightly surprised smirk falls onto his lips. "And whose boyfriend are you?" I greet him as I bounce lightly on the balls of my feet. Even leaning against the wall, he towers over me, which only makes me want him more. I never talk to guys that much taller than me. And, of course, none of the girls are taller than me; I'm lucky if they're 5'5" like me. "No one's...yet," he responds back with a small smirk. I give him a brief once over and lightly lick my lips, which gets an entertained gape from him. Now that I'm up close, I can admire the way his thick, black curls sit on his head in a neat fashion and the way his large, dark brown eyes shine mischievously against his sandy complexion. If all goes well, he'll definitely be the most attractive person I've ever done anything with. "What are you drinking?" I ask him as he brings his cup to his lips. "Pepsi," he answers with as he tips his drink towards me. I see the dark drink fizzing at the bottom of his cup. "But I think the real question is, what have you been drinking?" "Water," I answer with an innocent smile. This gets a doubtful laugh from him, which gets a kick out of me. "Are you even old enough to be drinking?" he presses as his eyes search mine curiously. "Anyone can drink water," I remind him and he playfully rolls his eyes in response. "What you should be worrying about is whether or not I'm legal. For your information, I am." His mouth drops open a little and he lets out a loud chuckle. "Well, that's good to know," he confirms. "Speaking of knowing things, you probably know this already but you're cute," I compliment him bluntly. "For that reason, I want to dance with you." I want to go back to your place, is what I want to say. However, I refrain. "Unfortunately for you...I don't dance," he replies but still, I extend my hand with a pressing grin. "Come on," I insist as I poke out my lower lip. "You know you want to." "Can we talk instead?" he proposes with a tilted head. When he sees that I'm prepared to deny his request, he speaks again. "How about we talk for twenty minutes, and then we can dance?" I want to ask why he wants to talk to me so bad but figure that I'll only downgrade from here. "Fine," I give in with a hushed sigh. "What do you want to talk about?"