A/N: 'Lo there! I know I haven't written anything for a while, but I have a stupid case of writer's block. Until this morning when I had a fantastic idea for a great new short story! I'm not going to say much else because I always over-do these authors notes, (I guess I talk too much.) Well, this could either be a shounen-ai or a het, you'll just have to find out. That's right! We don't know if this strange new kid is male or female yet! Lol! Great, ne? Well, later then! Derek.

Summary: Too many drinks can lead to disaster, believe me. But what do I do when I aquire a stalker and don't even know if they are a guy or a girl? Make my own life a living hell, that's what. (Shounen-ai or het? What and see!)

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One bottle led to two, which came to three…then the fourth, fifth…sixth…

Uh, my head was spinning like freaking crazy and at any moment now I felt like I was about to throw up.

Everywhere, people were dancing and I was the only one that wasn’t. The party was a fancy dress for Halloween and we were all in costume, except me; it didn’t strike my fancy.

I stood by my lonesome against the back wall of the vast hall with my head it my hands to stop the room from spinning. Disco lights were flashing every hue of the rainbow as smoke machines bellowed out foul smelling vapors. The music was thudding against my aching eardrums as from wall to wall, people were jumping and shouting.

I had a headache swelling up too. Uh, I really doubt drinking so much alcohol…I desperately wanted to step outside for a while to clear my head. I felt too queasy to be stuck in a stuffy room with a group of hooligans.

I looked round to the exit opposite and I longed for that cool nightly breeze to sweep over me, to rid me of this pounding.

By now I had slumped to the floor and so, with more effort that I would have normally exerted, I hauled myself to my feet. God I felt rough. My hands were clammy and the room was sweltering. Before long, my quivering knees buckled and I found myself down on my backside again. It was so weird; it was like my body was made from rubber.

My stomach lurched and I leant back on the wall behind me, legs outstretched. I closed my eyes and drew in ragged breaths of humid air. I issued a groan as I registered footsteps approaching me. How I wished this person would just take me outside…

“What ya doin’ down there?” said a voice as the footsteps died away. I gave another sickly moan and didn’t reply. If I opened my mouth, I swear the result wouldn’t be too pleasant for the person stood before me.

“Are ya feelin’ alright?” the voice enquired again. I couldn’t tell from this person’s voice if they were male or female. It sounds quite a stupid thing not to be able to do, but the person’s voice was too low pitched to be female and too high pitched to be that of a guy. I forced my eyes open and I still wasn’t any clearer.

Mind you, that could just be the drink…

The person looked a little younger than me, maybe a couple of years or so. I couldn’t really distinguish their face in the darkened room. Their outline was fuzzy but I could still tell that this person was small in build.

“Are ya sick?” it asked again. By now I was getting a little agitated. I wanted nothing more than to go outside and suffer in silence.

The person shuffled their feet a little towards me and tumbled down elegantly at my side, crossed legged. They looked up to me as I bought my shaking knees up to my chest. I glanced down to see a pretty little face with dark eyes and framed with fair hair. Was this a girl? Or was this a guy? I couldn’t tell.

I felt it rude to ask so I used my initiative; I ran my eyes up and down their slight body, ticking things off in my befuddled mind as I went.

Pretty face: check

Nice legs: check

Nice body: check

Small girly hands: check

Breasts: ch-

Hold on. I blinked hard and stared more intently at the person’s chest again. This was either a very under developed female or not a female at all. Oh the confusion…

I tore away as my head began to pound. I could feel the music punching at my diaphragm as this person continued to chat with me. Such confusion made me all the more irritated.

“So, what’s ya name then?” the person asked.

“Uh…Dylan.” I grunted in reply.

“Nice ta meet ya Dylan!” they chirped. “I’m Jen.”

Jen? Was that a boys name or a girl’s name? Or maybe I misheard them, after all, the music was making my ears ring and the screaming from tipsy dancers was overbearing.

“How old are ya Dylan?” they asked again. If there is anything I hate more than feeling like crap, then it’s feeling like crap and having a grating THING doing your head in.

“Seventeen,” I growled.

“Aww, you’re older than me then; I’m only fifteen.”

I stayed silent. Maybe if I didn’t speak they’d go away. I regret coming to this party and what’s more, I still have to attend school in the morning.

“Did ya get drunk?” They prodded. I scowled down at the kid so that they would get the message from my drawn expression that I was. I wanted to be left to my own accord and this person wasn’t helping me out a great deal…

“Oh.” They mumbled but their mood changed quite unpredictably. “Hey Dylan!?”

“What.” I snarled.

“Wanna come dance?” they smiled as they grabbed my arm in anticipation. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Me? Dance? Dylan and dance do not go in the same sentence; more so if you are pissed out your skull.

“What!?” I barked as their beaming smile broadened. They rose to their feet excitedly and grasped my clammy hand. I grumbled as I was yanked to my feet with such strength that one would deem impossible for somebody of such diminutive stature.

“Uh…I…don’t want t-…”

“Nonsense! Of course ya do!” the kid larked. “Come have some fun!”

I was dragged towards the crowded dance-floor; stumbling along reluctantly like some drugged up convict being towed to his prison cell.

Pushing through the multitude of dancing couples, my captivator stopped suddenly in the centre. I acquired some curious glances from surrounding partiers as I stumbled to stand on my feet. My head was still revolving and my mind was elsewhere. My stomach lurched again.

“Jen?” I had had one raging question on my mind since we had met. The kid looked up with a smile of excitement. I had to ask it now. “Are you a girl?”

I know, tactful wasn’t it? But if you are being forced into dancing with somebody, I think it might be a comforting thought to know what gender your dancing partner is, don’t you?

They giggled as they pushed themselves closer and took a firm hold of my hands. They stared at my lips for a while until their pretty dark eyes flashed up to mine.

“Maybe.” They purred.

To be honest, my mind was too fuzzy to remember much else as the effects of one too many a drink began to take their awaited toll. I didn’t really notice what was gong on around me as my headache was getting progressively worse. All I recall from then on is having my hands on this person hips…

I recall thinking that these hips could only belong to a young female. I droned at the way they touched me and stroked my neck with their soft touch. Their gentle petite hands make their way up my body as we danced together that night…