“Jonathan sweetie, why don’t you go to prom with Weston?” His mother questions as she sets down his basket of folded clothes. Jonathan sighs, “Because I’d have to dress up. There’s no suit that’d fit me right.” His mother heavily sighs and warmly smiles. She makes her way over to Jonathan and sits at the edge of his bed. She grabs his hand, “We can find a tux for you Johnny. I promise.” The blue eyes look up into his mother’s warm sky colored eyes, “Thanks Mom.” Jonathan goes in for a hug. As soon as they pull away his mother asks, “So, did Weston ask yet? Or did you?”

“No,” Jonathan looks down at his hands and starts picking at his nail polish. A mischievous smile is placed on his mother’s lips, “What if I helped you ask him?”

“Mom!” Jonathan lightly punches his mom in the arm.

“Oh come on! I could come up with some cheesy question!”

The two bicker back and forth for the night, but eventually agree to come up with a way to ask Weston to prom.

“I’ll find you something Delirious!” Luke shouts from the closet. The clown sits in the bathroom in his underwear. He sighs thinking he’ll never find a good outfit for tonight. He’ll never find someone to love him. Jonathan is suddenly standing in front of the bathroom mirror. He seems to be having a staring contest with himself. His hands travel by themselves. His index finger travels over the light purple lighting bolts on his stomach. The pallid hands grab the gut and squeeze it; wishing it’d all just disappear. How could he ever have sex with this thing covering his dick? Jonathan thinks back to the shower situation in school. Why’d he ever remember it? Why’d he like boys? Why’d he like girls? Why was he fat? Why was he alive… A knock on the door scares Delirious. “It’s Luke! I think I got the perfect outfit.” Jonathan opens the door just enough to grab the clothing. He examines the different pieces of clothing his friend has picked out for him. A gray button-up dress shirt. A white undershirt just incase, and black jean shorts. The door opens again quickly. Jonathan whips around, nearly getting whiplash, and spots black Vans on the floor in front of the door. He shyly smiles and starts to put on the clothing. The jeans fit perfectly; they end right above his knee. Curse his Italian heritage for giving him dark hair on his legs. He quietly chuckles at his thought. He slips on the under shirt and then puts on the button-up. He prays as he buttons each button, hoping the next button will actually button.

Delirious nearly cries when he sees himself in the mirror. He looked half decent. He slips on his shoes and peeks out the bathroom door. He turns back and looks in the bathroom, like he’s missing something. He looks down at his hand on the doorknob. His unpainted nails catch his attention. He hasn’t painted his nails since… Weston. The clown immediately rejects that idea.

“Are y’all ready!?” Delirious shouts down the stairs. Both of the guys shout a “yes!” Evan’s heart gradually gets heavier in his ears as he listens to each footstep down the stairs. Just like in every movie or T.V show ever were the girl is going to a dance for her first time, Delirious walks down the stairs in slow motion. Luke’s eyes go wide and his jaw drops. Evan’s face goes red and his body goes numb. Jonathan stops at the end of the stairs and does a few poses, “So? How is it?” Evan stammers before actually talking, “Luke did a very good job. Holy shit. You look hot. I mean you always look hot! But this is a ten times better than a hoodie and jeans dude.” CaRtOoNz looks at Evan weirdly, he said “hot” a lot in that sentence; to Delirious. Friends do that to each other though, so maybe he’s just being nice. It’d be fucking perfect though if Vanoss had feelings for Jonathan. God, did CaRtOoNz hit the nail on the head.

“Delirious, I do have one recommendation,” Vanoss stands up off the couch. Jonathan puts his hands on his hips, “What is that, sir?”

“Eyeliner,” he demands.

“Really?”

“Yeah. It’d make your eyes pop even more than they already do,” Evan explains and once again Luke takes that as a “friendly” saying.

Delirious starts up the stairs back to the bathroom, but stops halfway up the steps, “Oh, by the way, my date will be here in a half an hour!” Evan snaps his head back to Luke. “He’s coming here, Luke?!”

“Yeah. Is that a problem, Evan?” The bearded man questions the flustered owl. The owl doesn’t answer. Luke sighs, “Is there something you need to say or do Evan?” The brown eyes slowly turn to the bearded man, “I think… I think I do… I need help CaRtOoNz.”

“Now damnit, you came here to help Delirious. Not to get help,” Luke states and chuckles. Evan groans and rolls his eyes, “Please Luke.”

“Fine.”

“I think we should wait until Delirious is gone though.”

“Why?”

“Because… it’s… it’s a… It’s about him Luke,” Evan finally spats out. CaRtOoNz nods, he has an idea of what it could be. Before he can say anything else to Evan, the doorbell rings. The two give a look of horror to each other. Evan runs to the kitchen and Luke quickly gets up to the door. He peeks through the little peephole and nearly faints at the sight. The color washes from his face, even from his damn beard. “Oh fuck. No wonder he looked familiar,” he whispers to himself. Delirious is going to piss out of his eyes if he figures out who his date is. Or he’ll be super happy and lovestruck, but goddammit, the kid broke it off with him, because of his career. CaRtOoNz sighs, “Delirious! Your date is here!”

The clown rushes down the stairs like a mexican jumping bean. Luke has never seen him like this. Delirious nods at Luke and opens the door and his jaw drops. Mixed emotions go across both of their faces.

“Jonathan?”

“Weston?”

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