Gwen struggled with her Prom Nite outfit. It was the first in ten thousand years that she was finally going to Prom Nite with you again. She hasn’t gone ever since she “killed” Peter. The school gym was too much of a nightmare for her.

She finally picked out a collared shirt with a red tie and some necklaces, a leather jacket over on top. A plaid red skirt with a belt holding it with a pair of boots and dark magenta socks.

The moment Gwen entered the gym, she felt herself fidgeting with her tie before you came up to her. “Hi!” you say as you take her hands into yours. Gwen immediately softened and relaxed. “You sure this is alright? What about your friends?” she asks.