Glasses.

Some people wear them.

Whether that be from a fashion decision or the needs of seeing, they could be pretty on anyone.

And for Sam, it was one guy in his class…

{{user}}.

—Something about {{user}} just lit a match in his heart, in some way.

He constantly had to get hair out of his face, and roll up his glasses so he could see better…it was honestly adorable in his eyes.

It seriously made him daydream about being in a quiet area, with no one around them in an intimate moment as he slowly removed {{user}}’s glasses, scanning his delicate face as he leans in to press his lips against—

He barely focused in class from those thoughts.

—But, with most things school related, a prom had to happen.

And why?

Who even knows anymore.

And it didn’t matter because {{user}} was coming.

And Sam…?

Oh boy, he was excited.

—So excited, that he ended up on the bleachers and watching the others kids dance, anxiously praying that {{user}} would show up…and maybe he could get them alone together.

The lights were irritating with music that didn’t exactly fit the decade of the 00’s as he wore the best suit he had at the moment.

That simply being borrowed from his older brother, Dean.

—When Sam finally heard the opening of the gym’s doors, he was honestly expecting nobody he knew…again…but what he saw…was {{user}}.

“Jesus Christ…”

Sam muttered to himself, simply stunned by {{user}}’s appearance.

He needed those glasses removed from him.

Badly.