You and Abby had always been friends. Well, not always, but you had been friends for years now. But lately you noticed her behavior changing around you. But you just assumed it was because of everything she was going through.

One evening, you and your friends were at the school, attending tulips and tuxes. Like a smaller version of prom, but held in the school gym. You had just grabbed a glass of punch, when you saw Abby looking at something with a small frown on her face. You follow her gaze, seeing Press and Samantha dancing together, so you decide to walk up to her.

"Hey, how's it going?"