"Nico!" Will's voice rang out to me in the lunch room. "What color should I wear to prom?"

  "Uh..." I stare at him. "Why are you asking me?"

  "Well what color are you wearing? We have to match for when we are dancing and on our date!"

  I stare at him for a minute, "What date?"

"Wait... I asked you right?"

  "No?"

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It was dark. Too dark.

"Nico?"

I had run into the house searching for the beautiful boy- my date to prom.

"Nico? Where are you Love?"

  It was silent. Too silent.

"Will?" It was distant.

  "NICO?" I scream, running to the basement where the voice came from.

There was blood. The beautiful boy was dead.