Patton swallowed nervously as he made his way through the town. The evening was approaching rapidly as the sun sunk toward the horizon. Torches were being lit and the streets were nearly empty; the only place that was busy was the main road that lead to the palace. 

He was on his way there, but took a detour to stop in the market place that Milo had told him to meet him in. The young man felt a little clumsy as he walked, not used to the weight of the dress he was wearing. The ballgown he'd selected was beautiful and Patton would be lying if he said he didn't feel like a princess in it. The glitter in the fabric was illuminated by the torches that were providing a dim glow to the empty market place. 

There was a fountain in the center. It was just as Milo described, radiant and surrounded by colorful riles that spiraled into the middle. He pulled his skirt up a little and took a seat carefully on the fountain's ledge. 

Gosh, I'm so nervous, he thought to himself as he tugged at his gloves. I really hope Logan likes my dress... I'm not sure what I'll do if he doesn't.

"Ah! Patton, right?" a vaguely familiar voice said. 

He looked up, smiling as he recognized the man he'd spoken to earlier that day. He too was wearing a dress; his was a dark plum-like color and it had a mesh neckline that glittered with little rhinestones. There were spiraling flowers embroidered in gold thread along the bottom that worked its way up the side of the dress.

"Wow!" Patton gasped, standing instantly as he rushed to look at the man's outfit. "You look absolutely beautiful!!"

"Thank you, you're too kind," Milo replied, laughing bashfully. "You look stunning as well!"

The boy in blue blushed a little at the compliment, feeling his confidence resurfacing. "Thank you, I think I'm ready to go to the ball," he said. "I can't wait to see the look on Logan's face when I walk in there!"

"I'm sure he will be speechless," the other boy replied, gesturing for him to follow his lead. 

Logan was already inside the palace and was awaiting the arrival of his date. He held a glass in his hand, but didn't drink from it, being able to tell from the scent alone that it was some sort of alcoholic beverage; he had no interest in getting drunk while he and Patton were in medieval times and technically on their first date. 

He fidgeted with the glass, twirling it slightly and watching as the light, champagne-like liquid swirled around inside. He felt the nerves returning with each passing moment he spent waiting for his best friend to arrive. 

A thought crossed his mind as he watched guests pour through the entrance to the ballroom. What if Patton got lost? This isn't our home, or even a place in the world we know of. It's not as though we can look up directions on the Internet, Logan thought. His foot began to tap impatiently. What if he was just messing with me? What if he's met someone else on the way here?

He huffed aggressively as he shook his head. It was pointless to think of the possibilities. They were infinite. He could spend every waking moment of his life contemplating all the outcomes of every decision he made, but in the end, he'll have gone nowhere. 

The young man adjusted his suit slightly, felling the weight of the golden watch in his pocket. He reached inside and pulled it out. Gazing at the star-speckled face of the clock, Logan realized it hadn't actually been the long. He rolled his eyes at himself and put the watch back into his pocket. He felt ridiculous for behaving so frivolously.

Patton and Milo were making their way inside the palace together, walking with the crowd of guests through the dazzling halls. The walls were lined with stained glass windows and the lanterns that hung bathed everything in a golden glow. Excitement was buzzing in the air as they neared the ballroom. He paused as they reached the descending staircase that lead inside the massive room, pulling Milo off to the side for a moment.

"Milo, I'm so nervous," he laughed desperately. "I think you should go in without me. I don't want you to be held back, and besides, if Logan sees me enter with you, he might think I've abandoned him."

The young man looked a bit puzzled but conceded and wished him luck before heading inside the ballroom. Patton took a couple of deep breaths, pull at his gloves, and adjusted his skirt. With a nod to him self, he stepped through the doorways and began down the steps toward the ballroom floor.

Logan felt like he'd been standing alone for hours, though it had really only been minutes. He sighed and looked up at the stairs again. His breath caught in his throat.

His best friend was walking down the stairs in a gorgeous, Cinderella-like ballgown. It glittered like it was covered in diamonds under the light of the chandeliers, but the thing that shone most of all was his grin as he looked around the room with excitement. Logan felt paralyzed with awe at how stunning he looked. Patton looked around the room and spotted him, waving excitedly and hurrying down the rest of the stairs. 

Still paralyzed, he stared as the joyful boy stopped in front of him. "Wow Logan! You look so handsome!" he gushed, looking him up and down. 

"T-Thank you," he managed. 

Logan was still staring at him, not saying anything as he took him in. Patton looked down at himself and then realization fell over him. He bit his lip nervously. "It's the dress isn't it? It looks ridiculous on me, right?"

"You look... exquisite," he corrected him breathlessly. A rosy blush found its way onto both of their faces, but Patton beamed and giggled a bit. "Um, I- I got something, for you, I mean..."

He cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure. He reached into his other pocket and found the delicate corsage inside. He held out his hand in way to ask for his friend's. Patton looked confused but placed his gloved hand in Logan's. The intellectual boy took out the corsage and slid it onto his date's wrist. 

The boy gasped. "Oh my gosh, those are blue honeysuckles! They're my favorite!"

"Yes, I know," Logan state, looking up to meet his eyes. 

They shared a moment of eye contact before Patton burst into a figuratively blinding grin. He pulled his best friend into a hug and tucked his face into the crook of his shoulder. He whispered happily as he squeezed him tight. "If I'm dreaming, please don't wake me up."