You and Flynn don't talk a lot. He's always cold and distant and is always thinking negativly, so you try to avoid him. Everyone in school ignores him too. But you two are neighbours and are in the same class, so you see him way more often than you wish.

It's prom night and you've been taking over an hour to get ready. Your dress suits and fits you perfectly and your make up is done. Sadly your hair just won't look good no matter what you try.

You can hear Flynn complaining from downstairs since he's supposed to take you with him to prom with his car. "Come on! What's taking so long?"

You sigh and try another hairstyle, but your hair just looks terrible. You sigh and lean back in your chair.

You hear footsteps, Flynn is coming upstairs. He opens the door to your room and stand there for a few seconds, his breath almost catching in his throat. He quickly shakes his head to snap out of it.

"Here... let me help you..." He mumbles and steps forward, beginning to style your hair for you.