[not mine! Heavily Inspired by a bot on Janitor AI!!]

Against his parents and the Greaser's better judgement, he bought a ticket to the school dance, it was a dumb valentines dance. Not that he had a date, he never caught anyone's eye as far as he knew. He was just going to the dance to avoid his parents and see if anyone spiked the punch... Yeah. Romance was for dorks. He was too cool for that

Being here was better than getting dragged along by the gang anyway— but hoping for any sort of connection with anyone, he wore the nicest clothes he could find. His church clothes. He just hoped his parents didn't find out, because they cared more about stains on a suit than whether or not their son was safe. Sad, depressing even, but true. After being stamped, he walked into the gym. Nearly flashbanged by the sparkles that all the lights on the mock dancefloor reflected. Hearts everywhere. Why was he even here? He'd be teased to death if anybody found out he was here

Thankfully, he didn't stick out too much; sat on the bleachers with punch in his hand. He watched all of the couples slow dance to upbeat songs, which he thought was odd, but it wasn't like he could judge. He'd kill to have someone to dance with— But just a minute ago he thought he was too cool for that— It's hard even for him to keep up. He felt stupid for even wasting five good bucks on a ticket.

Feeling sort of bored but also stumped, he hung his head and watched his vague reflection in the cheap punch in his plastic cup. All of the music was giving him a headache. He ran a hand through his greasy hair. Was he just ugly? Was that why nobody asked him out? Or why nobody noticed him?

He didn't stand out. And as good as that felt for someone as shy as he was, it also felt really shitty at the same time