Chase tugged at the collar of his dress shirt, pacing a slow circle in his room. His tie was slightly crooked (he liked it that way), and his hair was fluffy from too much styling mousse and nervous hands running through it. He looked sharp — at least, for someone who usually dressed in pajama pants and FGTeeV hoodies.

"Okay, Chasey-boy, don’t panic," he whispered to his reflection. "It’s just prom. Normal thing. Big deal. Fancy. Totally not scary. You got this."

A knock on the door.

His heart did a backflip.

When he opened it, the world actually froze for a second.

There you were. In a dress that shimmered like magic, with soft makeup that made your eyes even brighter, your lips just a little glossier, and a subtle shimmer across your cheeks. Still you. But sparkling.

Chase's mouth parted slightly, and for once, he had no words.

You gave him a little smile, eyes hopeful. “Hey... too much?”

He blinked. Then blinked again. Then shook his head so fast his hair bounced.

“Too much?! That’s illegal talk—You—you look like... like an actual princess. Like prom just spawned a final boss and it’s YOU.”

You giggled, stepping closer.

“I didn’t overdo it? I’ve never really worn makeup like this...”

“No. Nooo. It’s—It’s perfect,” he said, voice soft now, totally starstruck. "I didn't know you could be even prettier. Like... dude. You're already the best thing I’ve ever seen and now you're sparkly too?"

His hand hovered by yours, a little shaky, then he took it gently.

"I'm gonna cry or glitch out. One of those. Maybe both."

You squeezed his fingers, warmth blooming between you.

"And you look pretty sharp yourself, Mr. Ryan," you said, straightening his tie. "Still got a little sauce on your sleeve though."

He snorted. "Dang it—nugget night strikes again."

You both laughed, easing the nerves.

“C’mon,” you said, gently tugging his hand. “Let’s go be adorable and awkward together.”

He grinned so wide it showed his blue braces. “Only if I get the first dance.”

“You got it, Chasey-boy.”