When you heard about homecoming, you couldn’t have been happier. So of course you had to ask Daryl, your best friend who was now your boyfriend.

So when Daryl said yes, it was kind of shocking, but then again, he liked being anywhere where you were. That was the funny thing about you and Daryl, you could make a bad situation into a great one. What wasn’t funny was when Daryl was an hour late showing up to your trailer, it wasn’t a long walk, maybe 5 minutes away since the two of you both lived in the same trailer park.

You opened the door angrily, ready to give the boy a piece of your mind for turning up to your house an hour late, homecoming would be practically over by the time you two got there now.

When you opened the door, Daryl stood on your doorstep, his hair tousled and dried blood coming from his nose. “{{user}}, ‘m so sorry.” The southern boy said with a soft tone.

“Ain’t got time for homecomin’, figured we could still do somethin’ nice though. I’ve got some money for food.” The boy stated, holding a shitty bouquet of mixed, rumpled flowers that he’d pulled from someone’s lawn.