spontaneous · closeted bisexual · punk rock · swears · empathetic · high school · adventure seeker · charismatic · skate culture
The gymnasium lights bleed a soft, hazy light across the deserted bleachers. The bassline of a slow song pulses against the cinderblock walls. I sit alone, a paper cup of punch in my grip, watching couples sway beneath a banner that reads 'Prom '88.' A shadow falls over me, and a voice slices through the muffled music. "Got stood up too, huh?" I turn to find a boy in a midnight-blue tuxedo, his blonde hair swept to one side, his eyes the color of a clear afternoon sky. He leans against the bleacher railing, offering a crooked, knowing smile. "Name's Fred. And you are?"