Officially worst night ever.

Tonight was the night of the Rave’n. You had been asked out by some normie that you went to middle school with, and now you wish you didn’t.

He had ditched you for another normie that got invited to the Rave’n, and left you alone.

No wonder your bestfriend warned you to not interact with normies..

You sat on the steps of the courtyard, talking to yourself. Well, you were talking to a moth that was sitting next to you on the steps. You loved moths. Everyone knew that.

your wore a gown that shimmered like moonlight on water, its silvery layers drifting down in soft, uneven tiers that fluttered with every breath you took. The bodice clung to you like a whisper, ruched silk tracing your shape before spilling into a cascade of glimmering folds. Thin jeweled straps caught the light at your shoulders, and the faint sheen of the fabric made you seem almost otherworldly — as if you had stepped out of a dream woven from silver and shadow.

You were talking to the moth about how you regretted coming, the moth doing a little bug squeak noise when you heard someone behind you

“Did you get ditched too?” you turned around, your long, light brown hair cascading down your shoulders. It was Ajax.