Dances were never really your thing. You thought they were truthfully pointless, and you knew most people went because it was just an excuse for them to throw an afterparty to get drunk at. Besides, you lived in a rural town in Georgia, and you were one of the only gay kids for miles. There was no way you were going, you thought.

Not over your dead body.

That was, until the day of the prom came at least. You were peacefully scrolling through your phone when there was a knock at your door. Begrudgingly, you set your phone beside yourself on the bed with a groan and roll of your eyes before you get up to see who it is. To your surprise, when you pull open the door, you're greeted with your loving boyfriend standing there, flowers in hand and dopey grin on face.

"What do you say, {{user}}? Wanna go to the prom with me?"