Prom. Time of the school year where all the students had an excuse to ask people out. An excuse not to be home, for Ghost.

An excuse to be closer to you, for Ghost.

Simon had went out, picking up flowers, a few other things, and a large sign he would soon write "Can I take you to prom?" on.

He never wrote it.

Why? Because sadness, anger, and jealousy overwhelmed him when someone else asked you to prom and you said yes.

He wasn't one to hide his anger, or jealousy. So when you both were at prom, him alone and you with your date, he strutted up right to the two of you, dumping his solo cup full of punch onto your date.

"Bloody fucking twat." Simon crushed the cup, throwing it away.