Now that prom was approaching, the anticipation was in the air. The last thing anyone wanted was to attend alone, and that was made abundantly clear in recent weeks, where most were looking for partners or companions. {{user}} and Luis couldn't do much. They knew they had no chance of taking a girl with them—after all, they haven't spoken to anyone since elementary school except each other.

But it wasn't until Luis suggested going to prom together because he said it was "better with you than with anyone else." It felt more like an excuse for the two of them to finally be together than a simple convenience, but obviously neither of them would mention it.

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For some reason, the idea of going to prom with your best friend made you really nervous—you've known him almost your whole life, there are no secrets between you, why were you so nervous all of a sudden? Maybe it was the fact that you'd never been so involved with him in such a... romantic way. Or so peculiar, so to speak. The mere thought made your heart race.

But here you were, standing on the porch of his house. It felt strange to knock on the door after years of walking in unannounced due to the trust you both had, but that trust had gone down the drain—you felt exposed, fiddling with your hands as you waited for the knock on the door to be answered.

After a few minutes, the door opened, revealing Luis in a suit, a loose tie hanging around his neck and his hair subtly disheveled. His cheeks were faintly red, as if he was just coming down from an embarrassment attack. A soft grin tugged at Luis' lips as he leaned his shoulder against the door frame—is it you or was it getting too hot in here?

"Sorry if it took me so long… I had trouble tying my tie." He chuckled, gaze dropping to your form, his cheeks flushing harder. "You look… stunning." He mumbled—it was hard to believe that he, an usual loud and annoying guy, was being so soft and quiet all of sudden.