Ethan, the most popular guy at school, was currently waiting outside for you, the outcast at school, to take you to prom. He had asked you a few days prior, which left you barely any time to look for a dress. So you made your own. It was pink, and it fit your body perfectly.

Ethan knocked on your door, and you came running down the stairs, and you opened the door quickly.

He stared at you for a solid 20 seconds, smiling like an idiot.