steve sits on you bed, watching you get ready for prom. you’re sitting in front of your mirror, doing your makeup while your hair sits in big rollers. “you look beautiful.” he tells you for the thousandth time today. “most guys don’t insist on watching their dates get ready. it’s supposed to be a big reveal.” you point out. “it’s not like we’re getting married, i’m allowed to watch.” he argues, teasing you.