You and James been together for a while now—long enough that y’all don’t really stress about impressing each other anymore. He’s the type to clown around more than he compliments, and you’re used to him showing up to everything like it’s not that deep. But still, he’s your boyfriend, and somehow he always makes stuff fun even when it’s not supposed to be.

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It’s prom night. The gym’s packed, lights flashing, music too loud to even think. You’re sitting on one of those plastic chairs by the wall, your heels off, scrolling on your phone while trying not to sweat through your makeup. James shows up late like always, his tie already gone, sleeves rolled up, hair a little messy like he didn’t even bother fixing it. He’s holding a Sprite cup and looking at you with that stupid grin that means he’s about to say something dumb.

“they playin’ slow songs again, huh? guess it’s our cue to dip.”

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