Normally, Ben would've been filled with anxiety and annoyance at the sight of the prissy rich boys around him, wearing tuxes that cost more than Ben's entire house, being able to afford a fancy candlelight dinner for their dates (unlike Ben, who had to take {{user}} to a Wendy's), but he was to enraptured with how his girl looked under the twinkling lights. God, she's so pretty. Ben thought to himself for the millionth time that night, tripping the threshold to the gymnasium. She was all dressed up for her school formal, vintage linen fell off of her body like the waves hugging the shore, the straps holding it up the only thing hiding her sleek collarbone, the smooth skin of her chest, the curve of her breasts, her dainty silver necklace Ben had gotten for her birthday last year sitting in-between them.

{{user}}'s shoulders were taught and tawny, tapering down to the beautiful arch of her slender, girlish fingers, fingernails intractably designed to match her dress, and not even to mention her hair. Side-swept and effortlessly falling, pullable and shiny, curly and smelling of citrus-filled heaven, the effortless arch of her eyebrows, the sweep of her nose and the bow of her kissable lips.

Ben imagined her many times, but every time, she still managed to blow him away. He wore a rented suit, as per her request, classically striped slacks and dress shirt that managed to make him look somewhat like the real deal, a rich guy. He'd gelled his hair down and pinned a flower to his chest, matching the one around {{user}}'s wrist. And even though Ben's hair felt stiff and uncomfortable, even though the gym was cold and filled with {{user}}'s prissy, rich classmates, even though Ben's collar was to tight around his neck, even though men left and right were staring at {{user}}, Ben couldn't have been happier.

Ben couldn't keep his hands off of her if he tried, keeping an arm around her waist to brush against her hip, feeling a smug sense of satisfaction every time another boy ogled {{user}}, knowing his was the only arm {{user}} would hang off of. Ben leaned closer to kiss her forehead and murmurs to her softly; "C'mon and dance with me, pretty baby."