I could hear the too-loud music thumping from the sidewalk as I got out of my best friend Mariah’s car. I pulled the hem of my tight, dark blue dress down to cover a little more of my thighs and followed her while she talked on the phone trying to convince another of our friends to come just like she did me. Not that I didn’t like parties, I’ve never met a college student that did, but I wasn’t too fond on spending the night in the house of the biggest asshole on campus, Luke Hemmings. The only reason Mariah had convinced me to come was by promising me that Michael, Luke’s best friend, would be there.

I walk into the house and immediately I smell cheap booze and weed, even though the party only started an hour ago most people were drunk or stoned or both and there were people everywhere sometimes including on top of each other. I lost Mariah instantly in the crowd so I started looking for a familiar face, as I was standing there I felt someone walk up beside me.

 “Looking for anyone in particular?” Michael asked, his gaze roaming over the party goers. I looked over at him as he adjusted the plain black snapback that was covering his fading lilac hair then looked back out at the crowd and shrugged.

“Not really, just looking for someone I knew. Mariah ditched me the second we walked in the door as usual.”

I watched as a tall girl in an impossibly short dress walked barefoot to the stereo system and turned the volume up to an eardrum shattering level. I felt Michael rest his hand on my arm as he leaned down to my ear so he wouldn’t have to yell.

“Let’s go to my room, the music will be more bearable up there.”

I nodded and he led me through the crowd to the stairs then to his room at the end of the hall.  We walked in and I felt my eyes go wide at the sheer number of band posters covering the walls. There had to be at least 50, most of them small like they were cut out of magazines but some bigger.

“You’ve got a nice collection.”

He sat down on his bed and looked around. “I’ve got more on my walls at home. All of these I’ve collected since moving in here.”

“How many are there exactly?”

“Last time I counted there was 54 but I’ve added a few since then.” He said. I nodded and took a seat at his desk. I felt my chair bump his desk and his computer screen lit up. A quick glance revealed that he was in the middle of a video on a porn site which caused me to look at him with my eyebrows raised.

“What can I say? Not everyone is like Luke and gets a different girl every night.” He said nonchalantly but I could tell from the pink in his cheeks he was embarrassed.

“I’ve always thought that that would get boring, you know?” I said as I got up and sat on the bed next to him. “A one night stand every once in a while can be fun but I wouldn’t want to do it every night. It would get repetitive.”