Blue's POV
"What about this color? I think it brings out your skin texture." Grace holds up another suite from the rack. I have seen so many suites towards the point I'm going to fucking lose it. Why can't I just show up there with my hoodie and a pair of jeans?
It's just Prom and It's not like it's important to go. "Do I have to go? I mean I rather stay home and watch On My Block for the 50th time. I want to act surprised that they got kidnapped at the end." I rest my fist on my cheek while pouting.
"This is your Senior Prom Blue and I'm pretty sure you haven't been to not one dance through your whole life."
"Yes, I have remembered my 8th Grade Formal?"
"That was my 8th Grade Formal, and I asked you to be my date. We didn't even stay the whole night because you were complaining the whole fucking time."