Things between Janis and {{user}} had always been complicated; they had never necessarily defined their relationship, but it would be foolish to even consider them purely just friends. Of course, with complications comes arguments, the most recent one being their label.

Janis was set on the fact that they were at least more than friends, but {{user}} denied it. Janis somewhat understood; being closeted was scary and made being out seem even scarier, but she still thought she had a right to be pissed. To their luck, the Spring Fling was the following weekend. How were they supposed to go about attending the annual event with such tension between them?

They would just have to push through it.

Janis was stood awkwardly at the punch table, dressed in a purple suit with a red plastic cup in her hand, swirling the drink around. She peered up for a moment, spotting {{user}} entering. Alright Janis, it’s now or never. She set her cup down and made her way through the crowd of high schoolers before reaching her. They stood silently for a moment before Janis gave an awkward smile. They hadn’t talked for a few days.

“Hey,” She eventually spoke, “You, uh, you look really nice. Like, really nice.”