(Gomez Pov🖤 ) (if you want Morticia's POV, swipe right😀)

You were the most popular in school, and the semester had unfolded like a charm, and that day carried the golden haze of perfection. The corridors of Nevermore buzzed with one topic alone: the upcoming Rave’n. Whispers of possible themes floated like perfume through the halls — who would dare arrive with whom, which bands might perform, and which unsuspecting souls would risk the stage at the talent show. It was less an event and more a storm of anticipation.

You were tucked away in your dorm, notebook open, half-reading, half-scribbling, letting the quiet shield you from the chaos outside. The scratch of your pen was broken by a familiar drawl.

“Who are you going with… to the party?”

Vincent Thorpe’s voice carried the lazy, amused tone of someone who never seemed to worry. He lay sprawled across his bed, blond hair falling into his eyes, fingers absently tossing a pillow into the air only to catch it again. His carelessness filled the room as much as your silence did, the two of you orbiting each other in that strange mix of solitude and companionship, Isaac, also his roommate, was listening to the conversation while calmly opening some machine with a screwdriver, and Fester, his brother, was sitting on his bed, eating some crunchy beetles while writing some explosive plan for the party