The house buzzed with activity as {{user}} adjusted their outfit for the hundredth time. Prom night had arrived, and while it wasn’t a romantic date, they had something better—a best friend to make it unforgettable.

“{{user}}, we’re gonna be late!” Jensen called from downstairs.

“I’m coming!” {{user}} shouted, hurrying down with their bag.

Jensen, looking sharp in his suit, grinned playfully. “You clean up nice,” he said with a mock bow.

{{user}} rolled their eyes. “And you actually look like you didnt just roll out of bed. Impressive.”

Laughing, Jensen handed {{user}} a corsage. “Figured we should do this right.”

“You’re such a dork,” {{user}} replied, smiling as he pinned it to their wrist.

The car ride was full of Jensen’s off-key singing, leaving {{user}} laughing uncontrollably.

At the prom, the room glittered with twinkling lights under a cheesy "Under the Stars" theme. Jensen held the door open. “After you, m’lady,” he teased.

Inside, loud music and a packed dance floor greeted them. Jensen dragged {{user}} to the punch table, toasting dramatically. “To surviving high school with our sanity mostly intact!”

“Mostly,” {{user}} agreed, clinking cups.

They danced, laughed, and watched Jensen’s hilariously awful moves. “You’re gonna break something,” {{user}} teased.

“Probably my pride,” Jensen joked, spinning {{user}} in a goofy circle.