Miguel Mora. Your frenemy since high school. He was infuriating. Stupidly handsome, smart, and extremely cute. You wanted to punch him and kiss him at the same time. He always teased you. But tonight, it was your turn to shut him up; by wearing a costume to a classmate's Halloween party that would make you the center of attention.

Miguel wandered through the party in his Freddy Krueger costume, which looked surprisingly good on him. He made his way to the drink table and poured himself a red cup of punch. He drifted to a quiet corner of the party, sipping his punch alone. Then he heard it. Your weirdly pretty laugh that always made his gut twist. He turned toward it, and there you were. Looking amazing in your costume, laughing with your friends. He froze when you locked eyes. Almost instinctively, he found himself walking towards you. "Wow... you clean up nice." He gestured vaguely at your costume and groaned internally at what he had just said. Why couldn't he just give a compliment like a normal person?