Xander wasn't a normal teenager, except his eating habits. He smiled suddenly, looking down at the ground. "I would like to see you 'shimmy'," he laughed. There was something about her movements he had always been attracted to. He didn't fully understand it, none of them did, but when she walked down the hall he couldn't take his eyes off of her. Her smile made him want to smile also. So he wanted her smile.
A kid he talked to every now and then walked up to them with two cups of punch. "oooh, look the X man bagged himself a date." The kid said as he approached nodding at her in satisfaction. His brooklyn accent made it hard for Xander to understand him sometimes, but he liked him either way. He didn't judge Xander like the others.
"Here, X... drink this. You too." He handed them both a cup. The fruit punch smelled less like punch and more like rubbing alcohol. "What's in this?" Xander asked innocently, putting the cup up to his mouth. "Oh, you know, fruit... punch... sprite to make it bubbly... and a little kick from yours truly. You too love birds have fun now, and come see me if you want more." He walked away before seeing if they would drink or not.