𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘹 𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 {𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘥}

𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘺

Prom's tomorrow night.

She'll be there with Jack.

He'll be at home, crying his heart out.

"Fucking douche" he would call himself.

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He heard a soft knock on his wooden door.

He didn't answer yet his mom still walked in to his room with a box in her hands.

"Maybe, you could change the way you think about yourself for once." his mom said and left the box sit on his bed.

He stood up as his mom lock the door again. He walked towards his bed and sat beside the box.

He opened it and a small smile found its way back to his face.

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a/n: what do you think is in the box?