<strong>NAME:</strong>Jonas Motherfucking Littleton<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>T-shirt and jeans.<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Friday, June 9th<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Whatever the hell time the party is.  Sometime at night.<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Somewhere around the side of the house.<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Meh.<br/><br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Naomi - Closed<br/><strong>MENTIONING:</strong>Phillip, Zoe<br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/fe/64/5a/fe645ac3ecc6485046a31cc1c9da1f96.jpg)</div><br/>Jonas marched on through the crowd until it began to thin, walking across the overgrowt that had not been trampled by the multitude of people.  While everyone was self-absorbed in their own conversations and troubles, or focused on others, Jonas was all by himself, and felt like he could breathe again.<br/><br/>No eyes upon him.  No pulling him into others' messes.  No having to deal with the complications of others.  Nothing but himself, and that felt like freedom.<br/><br/>He flicked the ash of his cigarette and moved on, feeling lighter with every step he took.  It wasn't as if he didn't like being around people, didn't like hanging out with Zoe and Phillip, but getting pulled into others' issues?  Being sucked into those tensions?  No thank you.  Besides, he didn't feel like having to hang out and, as Phillip said, keep an eye on Zoe, whether she was stoned or drunk or tripping on whatever.<br/><br/>As far as Zoe was concerned in his mind, she was a grown woman, free to do as she pleased, just like everyone else there at the party.  Who was he to try and be an adult to an adult?<br/><br/>Jonas just wanted to do Jonas.<br/><br/>The far side of the house seemed as best a place as any, he thought.  It was dark back there, uninhabited by party goers, and though there was probably bugs and monsters back there, that was cool with him.  If Scooby Doo had taught him anything, monsters are just people in masks, and Halloween was one of his favorite holidays.  What the hell am I thinking about? He asked, taking another drag of the cigarette, when the sound of his name stopped him in his tracks.<br/><br/>He expected to find Zoe having followed him.  Probably inebriated and wanting a ride back to her place.  Or just to chill and screw.  He had turned around, expecting to see her, and instead found a person he might have never expected standing there with his name upon her lips.<br/><br/>“Yo.” He said so elloquently, taking a drag of the cigarette as he ran his hand through his green hair.  “What's up?  Nice songs by the way.”