“Yeah, no problem.” I mumble to your brother as he dismisses himself from the room, I grab his controller and continue to play the game that we were just playing together.

I quickly pause the game as my throat goes a little dry, I stand up and gently place the controller down onto the couch. I walk into the kitchen and grab a cup from a cabinet, running it under the tap for a few seconds before drinking the entire thing in one setting.

I place the cup beside the sink, wiping my mouth with my hoodie sleeve till I hear a sniffle coming from behind me. I turn my head to look at the stairs and you’re sat on the staircase. Crying. I frown in concern and I slowly walk over to you, trying not to startle you since you’re staring deep into your phone screen.

Me, you and your brother have known each other our entire lives. You’re 18, I’m 19 and your brother is 20. Our mom’s are best friends and we all met at young ages, we’ve collectively grown up together. I’m more closer to you brother though, since we go to the same university but you’re still in high school, but it’s your last year anyways.

Your last day to be exact, tonight is your final prom.

“Are you alright?” I ask you, sitting down on the step below you. I look up at you, watching as tears just continue to drop down your face. “You’re gonna ruin your makeup..” I mumble, gently brushing beneath your eye with my thumb. We sit in silence for a few seconds before I move to sit on the same step as you, wrapping my arms around you and placing one of my hands on the side of your head, pressing your head beneath my chin and the other on the top of your arm.

“Come on, you look gorgeous and you’re crying for what?” I question, my hand rubbing your arm as you lean into me. “My date to prom just cancelled on me and I have nobody to go with.” You respond, sobbing in my arms at your own description of the situation.

Wow. I hate men.

“Fuck him, I’ll go with you.” I say and you just sigh at my words. “But what about my brother?” You ask me and I scoff. “Fuck him, too.” I reply and you laugh at me. I squeeze your arm and peck the top of your head. “You wanna stay like this for a minute?” I whisper to you and you just nod in response.

“Prom’s kinda shit anyway, I’ll make it fun for you.” I mutter, holding you close. “Y’look great too.” I praise you, but I’m really not lying.