Perfect

the prom

We are still kids, but we're so in love,

Fighting against all odds.

I know we'll be alright this time.

-

"The fandom is already going insane."

I turned my attention back to the brunette, curious as what got him to say that. Looking over his shoulder, I noticed that he was on Twitter. His finger was hovering over a long thread of replies, scrolling occasionally through them and reading intently. "And we haven't even done anything yet," he added on a moment later. I began reading through some of the tweets, and soon after I understood.

"They're just preparing themselves."

"As they should be." That got a laugh from me and our friends who had all gathered around, wondering just what was happening.

Any awards show or public event that Mitch and I participated in was bound to get thoughts and opinions out of the fans. However, this time around, it seemed twenty times worse.

The first problem was the event itself. Buzzfeed's Queer Prom wasn't a problem in and of itself. In fact, it was a great opportunity that left the both of us plenty excited to go. The real problem was that the name included the word 'prom', and that Mitch and I were going together.

And that's where the second problem came in. Once Jonathan had finally given us the go ahead, we finally told the world via Superfruit just what had been going on with us. The reaction was a bit diverse, but it was good nonetheless.

So when those two things came together, it brought the whole fandom's eyes to us. Ever since we came out nearly a month ago, everyone had been waiting for some telltale sign that we weren't faking this. But since we never acted more over-the-top than normal, everyone was watching us twice as close tonight. It was a reasonable thought on their part that tonight would be the night for us to slip up; however, all it did truly did was constantly make us crack up. The most obvious example of that being just a few moments ago while we were still outside.

Once we had stepped foot into the large building, I could instantly feel myself light up. The warehouse-type building had been transformed into a gymnasium-esque room, complete with red carpet and cameras. There was a countless number of people here, all with large smiles on their faces that made my heart swell.

A moment or so later, we were being ushered onto the red carpet, which actually ended up being rainbow colored. Mitch seemed to personally enjoy that. As we stepped in front of the camera, we were instantly told to pose in a prom-like fashion, which once again was quite fitting. I immediately wrapped my arms around the brunette, smirking as I felt him lean back against me and place his hands on top of mine. A couple pictures later, I dared to lean forward and place my lips against his ear. That action earned a small chuckle and shake of the head. After we were done with the pictures, we found out that interviews were being done as well, so we headed over to where they were being held. The interviewer was a nice girl, and while she did ask a few slightly more serious questions, she balanced it out with a few more lighthearted ones and a comforting smile. I felt fairly relaxed as the three of us talked, and I could sense the boy felt the same way.

"One last question," she finally said. I gave her a small smile and nodded my head.

"So you two recently came out to the public as a couple, how was that experience for you two?" I immediately glanced down at Mitch, for some reason, feeling as if I needed to see his reaction to the question first.

"I think, overall at least, it's gone well."

"Yeah." He agreed. "Most of our fans are fine with it, and even outside of our fanbase, we've received mostly positive comments... or at least not many mean ones." He added as an afterthought.

"And what about those negative ones? I'm sure you're fairly used to negative comments on your YouTube channel, but how about now that they're getting... a little more personal?"

"I think we've both been so nervous for the response that those being positive far outweigh the others."

"That, and to me, it really doesn't matter. Even if there are bad things being said about us, we still have those loyal fans. We have our family and our friends, and as cliche as it might be, we have each other." Mitch finally turned to look at me with those last words of his, and I found it impossible to wipe the smile off of my face.

-

"Do you think this is what we would have been doing if we went to prom together in high school?"

"Hm?"

"Do you think we would have ditched early... then went and made out at one of our houses?" I looked down at the brunette, smiling at the sight of him. I reached toward him, eventually setting my hands on his bare thighs. I then grabbed his hips before pushing my hands up and under his dress shirt. Meanwhile, his lips had found my collarbone. He was kissing and gently sucking on the skin there, or as much of it as he could with my shirt still in the way.

"Whose house would we have gone to?" I heard him sigh before he sat back up, then reached for my shirt.

"I don't care, Scott," he said while unbuttoning the front of it. Once he had managed to undo the last button, he threw the front of the shirt off to the sides. His lips parted, for reasons I didn't know, and his tongue peeked out to just barely wet his lips. He set his hands on my chest, then slowly pushed them up towards my shoulders. He leaned back down and his lips quickly found the other side of my neck. I groaned lowly at the feeling before trying to continue on.

"The whole queer prom thing just got me thinking though, and--"

"Oh, come on." He quickly sat up again, seemingly more over the conversation than the last time he spoke up. His lips were pursed, but I could still tell that he wasn't necessarily mad. "Look," he sighed. He shifted on my lap, which inadvertently got my mind on the track that he wanted. But even by that point, he had partially moved on. "Of course it was great. It was amazing to see everyone just being themselves and having an amazing night. You know how much I love that. And I would love to talk about it... but later."

It was my turn to sigh, but I didn't move an inch. At least not until he did. He quickly rolled his eyes, but then took his time getting off of my lap and standing up on the floors. He turned and walked away, carefully stepping over the clothes that we had already taken off.

"You're no fun." I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion as he headed down the hallway and out of my line of sight.

"Wait, where are you going?"

"I just said that you're no fun," he called. "So I'm gonna have some fun on my own." I was about to say something back again, when suddenly his orange blouse came back into view. I sat up on the couch, finally cueing in to what he meant. And by the time his boxers had joined his shirt on the floor, I was up and running to the bedroom.