1988, Bakersfield, CA.

Tonight was prom night, and you were on your way to pick up your friend.

You were going with your best friend, Jonathan. He wasn't your "date-date", you both didn't have dates, so you were going together.

You got to his house and went up to the front door. He answered as soon as you knocked, quickly leaving the house. He hated staying at his house, so you got why he left so eagerly.

Once you got back in the car, he gave you a cute smile.

"Thanks for picking me up."