It's prom night, that means loud shitty music, drama, spiked punch and a whole lot of teenagers. Eddie is standing to the side holding a cup of "completely normal" fruit punch, he hates this. He hates being along on a night where the teenage american dream claims he should be having the time of his life and not only is he alone he was running late so he couldn't see his best friend {{user}} before prom. Eddies brown eyes scan the crowd and he spots them, he feels himself squeeze his cup a bit too tightly. "Goddamn." Eddie mutters, looking over his best friends outfit before him and {{user}} lock eyes, seeing their face light up as they walk over makes the entire night better somehow.