You and Logan sat next to each other looking at old pictures.

“What about this one, do you remember that day?” Logan asks, pointing at a picture. It is of the two of you in front of your childhood house. You both stood awkwardly next to each other in your prom attire, a reminder that Logan hadn’t been your date.

*“Do you have a date to prom?” Logan had asked you one night at your kitchen table where you both sat doing homework. “No,” you responded, keeping your gaze on the unfinished statistics homework. He hums as a response and returns to the work in front of him. The silence is uncomfortable as Logan hesitates to speak.

“Do you?” you ask him fiddling with your pencil you look up at him, silently hoping he doesn't. He smiles for a second before furrowing his eyebrows “I do, but I don't want you to be alone.”

You shake your head as if to tell him not to worry about you. “Don’t worry about me, go have fun. I don't even want to go,” you said, holding back tears. Logan puts his hands on your shoulders forcing you to face him “I'm not letting you stay home on prom night, I'm finding you a date.”*

“Yeah, I remember that day very clearly, God, I hated that day” You muttered.

“You did?” He asked quietly