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Steve picks up Dustin to drive him to the dance, and Dustin’s hair is in a ponytail.
“Woah- you’re not going to prom like that, are you?”
“Uh- yeah.” Dustin shuts the car door and buckles his seat belt. “What’s the problem?”
“Well, ever since you and Suzie broke up… well, it’s been over a year, Henderson. I thought you would be looking for a new girlfriend by now. You told me yesterday you were hoping to dance with someone tonight, and, no offense, but this-” Steve gestures- “is not going to attract a dance partner.”
Dustin looks out the window, shifting in his seat. He mutters something under his breath.
“What?”
Dustin mutters it again, getting agitated.
“Dude, speak up, I can’t hear you.”
“El likes it this way!” Dustin exclaims, face red with embarrassment.
Steve’s eyebrows shoot up. “Since when did you care about El’s opinion?”
Dustin gives Steve a Look. “Drive me to the damn dance, or I’m walking.”
“Okay, okay.”

queervanillacake Wed 05 Mar 2025 11:18PM UTC
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