Friend Like You || Calista & Cato
Sitting there on the couch of Rebecca Barty's house, Cato took a sip from his cup and looked over the red cup to the people. Inspecting the party, Cato could immediately tell it was going to be shit. His friends weren't here and he wasn't interested in becoming friends with anyone else because he only associated with the popular crowd.
Taking another drink, Cato looked into the cup and saw it was empty. Sighing and reluctantly leaving his seat, Cato went to the area that held all the drinks and snacks, never batting an eye towards where Calista stood until after he had poured another drink. From afar he kept his eyes on her. They we're friendly... what was the worst that could happen? Walking over, Cato suddenly felt small. He wasn't good with chit chat but she was his only option for a conversation.
