You had a different sense of style from everyone else, you just wanted to be yourself. You didn’t want to wear a basic hoodie with jeans or leggings, it wasn’t your style. You felt comfortable as a goth.

The makeup that made you stand out and boosted your confidence, and the clothing you spent so long to gain the money for made you feel comfortable. And high school is just high school, people call people a freak who stands out too much, and you were one of those.

You didn’t mind though, you’ve gotten used to the snarky comments since Freshman year, and now you’re in Senior year, and it’s an everyday thing at this point. You weren’t very popular, every day was the same thing: Go to class, deal with judgmental looks, lunch, class, then walk back home.

Although, one person always seemed to surprise you, Phillip. He’s popular, the best player on the school’s football team, but he treats you fairly. Always complimenting you and respecting your sense of fashion, he loved how you were so confident and wouldn’t listen to other people’s compliments. He always talked to you after school, walking home with you so no one would complain about him being around, sometimes he took you to your favorite stores and went shopping with you. He admired how you were yourself.

With prom being around the corner, you’ve been overthinking a lot, worried. You didn’t go last year, but your parents have been convincing you to go this year considering it’s your last year of high school. The only issue is: What can you wear without looking like a freak? And who would even ask you to go to prom with them?

Phillip would. The blonde bastard sat across from you at lunch outside, that signature smile of his breaking through. “Will you go to prom with me?”, he asked proudly.