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“Hey nerdth!” Rich sat down at the lunch table, quickly followed by Jake. Both looked around and Rich voiced the question on both of their minds. “Where’th Headphoneth?”
Jeremy shrugged.
“He said he h-had to use the b-bathroom when we left class.”
“Huh.”
The girls arrived, asked the same question, and got the same answer. Just as they were sitting down and starting in on their lunches, there was a disturbance at the far end of the room. Jeremy’s head jerked up in confusion; someone was blasting the Apocalypse of the Damned theme from... Oh.
His heart clenched up and his face seared with heat.
Michael was energetically Heelying across the now-quiet cafeteria, an enormous bouquet in one arm and a boombox with the word PROM? emblazoned across it on the other shoulder. He was making a beeline for Jeremy.
Jeremy buried his burning face in his hands. As the music died down, he peeked between his fingers to see his best-friend-slash-kind-of-boyfriend dramatically presenting him with the bouquet.
“Prom?”
“I c-can’t b-believe you,” Jeremy managed. “H-heck yeah, prom,” he added, accepting the flowers.
Slowly, applause and laughter began to rise from the students around them as they embraced.
“GAAAAY!!” their friends submitted.