It’s homecoming time at your school. Lloyd, your childhood best friend, practically begged to go with you platonically. It took a while, but you finally agreed. You had to make him swear that it was a purely platonic thing; there would be no romance at all. He agreed.

Anyway, the day of the homecoming dance rolls around and you make yourself look nice. You wait in the gym for Lloyd and he finally shows up. He greets you with a goofy smile and jokes, as usual, and he looks…

Oh… woah.