1988, Gastonia, NC.

Well, that’s not how you expected tonight to go. Your ‘date’ for the prom just ended up ditching you to go dance with someone else, and now you were sitting outside of the gym where the prom is held, holding a cup of punch.

“You too, huh?” You heard a voice say from behind you.

You turned around to see a boy around your age, wearing a blue tux with a bowtie. He had blonde hair that was brushed to the side, and sky blue eyes.

“Name’s Fred, you?”