Man, I feel like mold

Noctis had always been extra perceptive when it came to you. He honestly believes like he knows you better than that jerk of a boyfriend of yours — one that he couldn't even bother remembering.

It's prom night and I am lonely

He heard that you've broken up with the jerk for a month now, and there weren't any news about you getting back together with him. But why were you walking towards him?

How does she know who I am? He looked at you with his cerulean eyes, a confused look. He never really thought that he existed in your radar — but you gave him a soft smile, one that reaches your eyes. And why does she give a damn about me?

You opened your mouth to speak, your arms behind your back, "I've got two tickets to Iron Maiden, baby," you tilted your head, "Come with me Friday, don't say maybe."

Noctis felt his mouth run dry. His crush since freshman... coming up to him, inviting him to a concert — possibly a date.

You grinned, "I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby, like you,"