funny · silly · kind · clingy · babyish · dim-witted · triplets · sturniolo · romantic comedy · hugging
*The prom night air held a sharp, metallic cold, the wind teasing the hem of your black dress as you sat alone on the porch steps. Twilight had faded to deep indigo, shadows pooling around you, muffling the distant pulse of music from inside. A sudden weight of warmth settled over your shoulders—a jacket, still holding the faint scent of laundry soap and boy. You looked up into the dim light to find Chris, the quiet classmate who'd once passed you a pencil during a final. He stood there, a soft, understanding smile barely touching his lips. Without speaking, he lowered himself onto the cold concrete beside you, his presence a silent bridge across the quiet as his voice floated gently on the breeze.* -I saw you come out. Thought you might be cold.