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Wren holds his fist up, about to knock on Leo’s door. He moves his hand to run it through his hair, which Ryan had forced him to actually style. He fiddles with the sleeve of his white collared shirt (yes, he’s finally gotten over the yellow plaid, and Leo had celebrated its donation to Goodwill).
He takes a deep breath. Sure, they’ve been dating for a while — not a while, but a while, y’know? — but they really haven’t done many public dates, and Wren was pretty nervous. Rapture is progressive, but it’s still Florida. ‘Don’t say gay’ Florida. And there’s never been that many openly queer people. More than in other towns, at least.
People’ll be okay with you two, you doofus. Now knock on the door and take your boyfriend to prom.
Less than a minute after he knocks, the door opens. Leo steps out, looking fucking amazing. As is the norm, but still, Wren’s heart rate increases tenfold. He’s wearing a collared shirt as well, along with a black vest and a black tie. His pants are black and held up by a white belt. He’s been growing out his hair slightly, and it is now long enough to be pulled back into a cute messy ponytail.
“Wren? You good?” Leo smirks and crosses his arms in front of him. Wren shakes his head, pulling himself out of the lovesick stupor Leo has put him in.
“You look great.”
“You do too.”
Wren stands on his tiptoes, cupping Leo’s face and kissing him. Leo puts his hand on Wren’s, still keeping a grip on it as Wren pulls back. He avoids Wren’s gaze. Leo still gets flustered at any kind of romantic act, which Wren finds adorable. “We rented a bigger car. Ryan’s driving.”
“Isn’t she always?” Leo laughs.
Wren leads him into the car. Ryan immediately turns around and narrows her eyes. “Took you long enough.” Her earrings look like swords piercing her earlobes, which is, frankly, really cool. She’d decided to go with a knight theme, with a faux metal breastplate and a long grey dress underneath. She has a metal laurel crown resting on her braids and lots of bracelets. She looks awesome.
“Sorry, Ryan.” Leo says, at the same time that Wren scoffs and rolls his eyes.
“Now buckle up, you two. We’re picking Maggie and Archer up.”
Maggie, who calls shotgun, is wearing a simple navy blue suit and skirt. Archer throws himself in the back, wearing an orange vest that, honestly, makes him look like a jail escapee.
“You guys excited?” Archer grins.
Ryan taps the wheel. “So excited. Amazingly hyped. I’m internally screaming.”
“So you can have self control.” Wren leans backwards, placing his head on Leo. “Most of the time, you’d externally scream.”
“I’m driving, Wren, I can’t do that.”
Leo puts his hand on Wren’s head, rubbing his hair and probably ruining the hairspray, but Wren doesn’t care. “Ryan, can you put someone on aux?”
“Uh, Maggie.” Ryan points her thumb at the girl. Maggie smiles, connecting her Bluetooth and turning on her liked playlist. At the first notes of the song, Archer groans.
“Goddamn it. Not this shit.”
Maggie whips her head around. “You did not just call Bohemian Rhapsody shit. Blasphemy.”
“Oh, come on!” Archer looks around for validation, but Leo shakes his head.
“Nah, she’s right. It’s a classic, you can’t insult something like that.”
Wren looks at Leo, a stupid little smile on his face. Leo meets his eyes, raising an eyebrow. Wren lifts his hand to tuck some of his boyfriend’s hair behind his ear.
“Oh, wrap it up, guys,” Ryan snorts, looking at the boys in the mirror. Wren glares at the front seats. “Don’t look at me like that! We’re almost there.”
They were, in fact, almost there. RHS is surrounded by a couple of cars already, presumably the teachers. (The regular students wouldn’t be here yet, their group is only here because of how they’re in the council.) They all pile out of the vehicle. Wren wraps his arm around Leo’s waist, and the two of them walk into the building, letting Archer run in front of them. Maggie and Ryan are chatting behind them.
The room is beautifully decorated and music is already playing. Ryan walks into the middle of the room, looking around dramatically as if she’s never been in her own school before. She does a large spin, which, granted, looks great with her dress, but Wren will never tell her that. They spread out, all helping with different last-minute setup and joking around with each other. Ms. Little is sitting in a chair in the corner, supervising all of them.
After the placing of food and the blowing up of balloons, people start arriving. Archer has offered to greet people at the door, so he’s standing at the door and making conversation with the juniors and seniors. Wren walks over to the food table, where Leo is standing. “Hey, Leo.”
“Hi Wren!” He beams at Wren. “This is going to be so fun. We should dance.”
Wren shrugs. “Sure. I mean, if you want to. When there are more people.”
Leo moves around the table, and leans on his hands. “Of course.”
People have been trickling in during their discussion. There aren’t as many people as there were at the Dance, but that’s a given, because it’s just Prom, and is also at the school. Everyone splits up, mostly into pairs, but some bigger groups as well.
Maggie, like in the car, has taken control of the music. She flashes Leo and Wren a grin, and proceeds to taps some buttons in front of her. The sound of a saxophone playing comes through the speakers, and Leo muffles his laughter.
A voice that Wren doesn’t recognize yells out from the crowd. “Is this fucking Careless Whisper?”
“Language!” Ms. Little says, without even looking up.
Everybody laughs, and the slight bit of hesitation that people were having is gone, replaced with people throwing themselves into each other’s arms and dancing around. Leo grabs Wren’s hand and leads him on to the stage. He puts his hand on Wren’s hip and they start to slow dance to the stupid George Micheal song. Wren hates it, and he had specifically asked Maggie to not play that song. But it’s Maggie, so that checks out.
Leo is smiling, though, and seeing Leo smile is like watching the sun rise. God, Wren loves him.
Finally, it’s over. ‘I Love Rock N’ Roll’ starts, and people get even more hyped up. Leo picks Wren up and spins him around.
Just because Wren doesn’t like dancing much, he can make an exception for Leo. And he does make an exception, for the rest of the night. And it’s nice.