1988, Gastonia, NC.

Well, that’s not how you expected tonight to go. Your ‘date’ for the prom just ended up ditching you to go dance with someone else, and now you were sitting on the bleachers, holding a cup of punch.

“You too, huh?” You heard a voice say from behind you.

You turned around to see a boy around your age, wearing a midnight blue tux with a bowtie. He had blonde hair that was brushed to the side, and sky blue eyes.

“Name’s Fred, you?”