Oh, he’s so screwed.

How do you ask a guy out to prom? Austin has no idea how he’ll manage it— and his leg bounces nervously underneath the lunch table as the pads of his fingers press against his face. At least you’re bright as ever.

He doesn’t even know if you like guys like that— Hell, he’d just found out he was into guys because of you, and a

The thought makes him anxious.

But you look up at him from your sandwich with that smile, and it makes the corners of his lips quirk upwards as well.

“Come on, man. You eat so slow.”