Denial: failure to acknowledge an unacceptable truth or emotion or to admit it into consciousness, used as a defense mechanism.

Just friends.

Those words were repeated like a mantra whenever Impulse was around Skizz, both in his head and out loud. An insistence that they were nothing more than that.

Yeah, Skizz was always holding onto Impulse, but that's because he's clingy.

Yeah Impulse was constantly found staring at Skizz, but that's because he's interesting.

Y'know, in a friendly way.

And then prom came around.

Dates being found left and right, dramatic over the top shows to ask your date to prom.

Promposals, as they were called.

But, like usual, Impulse stayed away from all of the big, loud drama.

Skizz was the one who was constantly in the spotlight. He was the face of the operation. Impulse was the one who made sure everything ran smoothly in the background.

Sticking to the background was always something he was good at.

Impulse's promposal was a quiet suggestion. A simple, "I don't have a date. Wanna be my prom buddy?" While they were in the middle of studying in Skizz's home library.

And now both boys are stood awkwardly by the snack table together, hair done nice, tuxes pressed and ties matching.

Anyone would think that it was a date.

Except for them, apparently.