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Tom glanced at the mirror standing in his room, making sure that he looked just right. Of course, he wasn’t wearing any fancy suit or get-up, just his normal clothes, but still. He had to look good.
Two weeks ago, Tom joined Marco for a dance at Marco’s school, which started off well, but ended in disaster. Disaster was a compliment.
One week ago, Marco visited Tom, after a solid week of Tom ignoring everyone’s calls. Marco had explained that Tom didn’t ruin the dance, and that everyone was worried about him. Which was a vast improvement from Tom’s expectations, of everyone hating him.
The best part about the whole trip was when Marco explained that Tom’s feelings weren’t just one-way. Tom had a crush on Marco for a while now, but simply repressed it and bottled it up as much as possible, since he was so convinced that Marco could never feel the same way. On the contrary, however, Marco was the one to confess that he had feelings for Tom. They were finally able to finish their unfinished dance from the week prior, which ended in an uninterrupted kiss.
Things were going well.
And Tom was going to hang out with Marco and some of his friends at the movies! Tom was finally getting confident enough to go back into public again (even if Marco said he didn’t ruin anything; it takes a lot to convince Tom’s confidence). Thankfully, he wasn’t too worried about Marco’s friends, Alfonso and Ferguson, judging him. They seemed pretty chill about most things, and from Marco’s messages over the mirror, they preferred to dance on those jello-craters Star made from Tom’s anger.
There was only one major thing that Tom could complain about, really.
Even though he and Marco both admitted to shared romantic feelings, and shared a kiss, they hadn’t actually addressed a ‘name’ for their relationship. Tom didn’t want to press too much, and risk making Marco uncomfortable, but he really wanted to settle on something soon. Were they boyfriends now? Or friends-that-occasionally-kiss? Or…?
Tom sighed, shaking it out of his head. It would do no good to worry about all that before heading out.
So, with one final check to his hair, Tom snapped his fingers and sent himself up to earth.