Tonton scraps ✨✨

Prom: written by someone who knows nothing about it.

The tennis prodigy took the hands of his young lover and pulled him to his feet. A wide, confident grin met a bewildered expression as the taller of the two was led from the table. Dressed in matching suits, were Norton and Mike. Campbell's suit was black while Mike's was white, both sharing a feature shade of blue; in a simple tie or handkerchief. Norton's blazer was hung on his seat, leaving him in his black shirt and navy vest, a light blue tie running down the middle of his torso. Mike's feet trotted onto the wooden dance floor, his white outfit complimented with a dark blue bow tie to contrast his dance partner. 

Norton's eyes sparkled in the light, a nervous chuckle falling from his lips as his shoes clicked against the polished floorboards. 

“Mikey.. are you sure about this? You know I can't dance.” 

Campbell spoke in a whisper, his left hand snaking around to rest on Mike's back, subconsciously pulling him closer.

Mike chuckled softly, intertwining their fingers, “You worry too much, Norty!”

With a deep inhale, Norton pulled his other hand back to clasp Mike's. The taller male opened his mouth to speak but before any words were said, he was being twirled around the dance floor. Shoes clicked and stomped, childish giggles floating into the air. The pair's bodies flowed with the music, chaotic and mindless movements seeming to become almost graceful. Norton and Mike couldn't tear their eyes off each other, eventually slowing to a stop. 

They laughed loudly, a bright rose burning their cheeks. At first it was from the excitement of the moment but for Norton the shade represented something less.. euphoric. He was trembling, eyes wide and breaths quickening. Mike frowned, his chest falling heavily as he took deep breaths. With a cock of the head, three words left his mouth: “Are you okay?”

Norton kept his lips sealed, grabbing for Mike's hand and dragging him back to the table. Campbell sunk into his seat, folding his arms and keeping his eyes low.
“Norty, what’s wrong?” Mike pouted as he held the other’s upper arm, leaning over to rest his head on his shoulder.
Norton sighed softly and gently pecked Morton’s forehead, “I hate dancing.. Everyone was staring.”
The tennis player blinked, slowly taking his lover’s cheeks.
“Who cares? We were having fun.”
Campbell nodded with a light chuckle, pulling Mike into his arms. His chin was hooked over the other’s shoulder, drinking in the familiar scent of his significant other.