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prom night

Miles combed his fingers through his hair for the umpteenth time that evening as he looked out the window, waiting for Henri - or rather, his dads - to curve into the driveway. He'd been an excited ball of nerves all day, but as the day turned towards the evening the excitement had stepped to the sidelines and the nerves had taken over. Hence why he had taken watch in front of the window, his fingers restlessly fussing over his hair or playing with his phone.

next year you've gotta let me pick you up. this waiting is killing me even though i know you'll be on time

His finger hovered over the send button, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth as he tried to decided if he should text Henri. It was just a joke (or that's what Miles tried to tell himself), but he didn't want his friend to think that he was impatient or annoyed. Besides, it seemed super pushy to already assume that they'd go to prom together next year too - just because Henri was his best friend didn't mean that they had to do everything together. Even if Miles would rather skip prom if the other option was to go with someone other than his friend.

His agonizing was cut mercifully short when he noticed a flash of headlights and a moment later a familiar car pulling into the driveway. He let out a relieved sigh and headed out the door with a grin. His smile only widened when he spotted his best friend in the backseat and rushed to sit next to him.

He was done stressing out over stupid things. He was going to make the most of this prom with his best friend and worry about the future some other time.