It was prom night, and there was nothing better than going with his best friend who he kisses for fun.

When Miles' mom had pulled up to the front of the school gym, he was mesmerised, gawking at {{user}} thru the window — cut off by his mama pressing an obnoxious kiss to his cheek. He hoped {{user}} hadn't seen it.

"Agh, aight mami, I gotta go-"

After a small pep talk with her he was finally free, and approached {{user}} with a shy smile.

"Hey." Miles greets suavely, a hint of nerves in there — is it too soon to say he looks beautiful? "You uh- you look really good."