[ WP ] You get bored of the party and walk outside to lay under the tree . It has become dark . As you lay under the tree , you look up and see two beady red eyes looking back down at you .

The party pounded on in the distance, blazing like a far away flare. I walked farther across the backyard, enveloped in thoughts of the future. It was a lovely backyard, big and spacious. It even had a pool, which was, for the most part, unoccupied, except for the lone couple that was drunkenly making out under the diving board. I dragged my feet across the dew covered grass, soaking up the silence. I decided to sit under the nice cover of an oak tree that sat near the outskirts of the yard; it's branches crossing over the other side of the wooden fence. The trunk was sturdy and I lay against it, thinking of everything, letting my mind wander between bliss and sadness, basking in the quiet moonlight of the night, picking grass out of the ground and drawing my name into the dirt. 
 
 `` Should n't you be inside, drinking, like the rest of your friends?'' whispered a wayward voice from above. 
 
 My heart jumped against my ribcage and I snapped my neck back, searching for the source of the sound. 
 
 `` Who said that?'' I asked, squinting at the dark lattice of branches above me. Suddenly, my eyes settled on a pair of beady red eyes and connected their gaze nervously, `` Who are you?'' I asked breathlessly. 
 
 `` Do n't you recognize me?'' said the voice, leaping down in a quick black blur, `` I'm your friend.'' 
 
 I swallowed hard as the silhouetted figure came into full view. He was tall and human-like, but something was off about him. His hair was a silver white and he had eyes that shifted from red to orange, like firelight. He took a seat next to me in the grass and I could feel heat emanating from him. 
 
 `` Geez,'' I asked, laughing nervously, `` Do you have a fever or something?'' 
 
 `` No,'' he answered, `` But I think you might.'' 
 
 I stared back at him, half-drunk, and uttered a bewildered, `` What?'' 
 
 He laughed, his white teeth gleaming, `` I mean. It's a party, what are doing out here, by yourself? Are n't you supposed to be having fun with everyone?'' 
 
 `` I could ask you the same question. Besides,'' I said, looking up at the stars caught between the branches, `` I'm having a contemplative moment.'' 
 
 He chuckled quietly, `` A contemplative moment? What the hell is that supposed to be? 
 
 `` Oh, come on'' I said in a slurred surprise, `` You know, a moment where you just kind of step back and enjoy the scenery. This beautiful night for instance, where I'm young and everything just feels wrong and right at the same time. And you know it's fleeting, but you're just sort of okay with it... you know?'' 
 
 `` Well, you're quite the thinker,'' he said simply, `` But, yeah, I guess I kind of do.'' 
 
 `` Cool,'' I said, `` So why the hell were you up in a tree?'' 
 
 `` Same thing, you could say.'' he responded, his shifting eyes, melting into a shade of light orange, `` Just observing.'' 
 
 `` Mmm'' 
 
 `` Well,'' he said, rising to stand, `` I should probably get back to that, then.'' 
 
 `` No,'' I protested quietly, pulling on his hand, `` Stay.'' 
 
 He sat back down and I leaned in slowly toward his face, staring at his eyes, feeling his warm breath against mine. Our lips touched for a moment, before, in a black flash he darted away and left me alone. 
 
 I opened my eyes, my lips still slightly puckered and stared sheepishly at my friend who was standing above me with a look of absolute shock on his face. 
 
 `` Uhh, dude, how drunk are you?'' he asked, `` There's no one fucking there.''
