“Besides the fashion, I honestly know next to nothing about what happened in the 90s,” he admitted.  “I went to a prep school that didn’t allow Lisa Frank binders or Tamogochis...”

Beau wasn’t really sure where his head was at right now. Confessing his love for his best friends in front of everyone had not been his plan and running had been the only way to avoid immediate confrontations. Being back inside in front of everyone is a little nerve-wracking but he hides in the corner and downs cream soda like it’s beer. The last thing he’s expecting is for anyone to confront him but really, it’s dumb, because even if it was played off as a joke anyone that knew him was probably going to know just how much it wasn’t.

Chantel bopped her head to the music as she relaxed at one of the tables, humming as she popped another macaron into her mouth. She was never one for romance in her personal life, not really, but this whole affair just so happen to be the right kind of mushy. She stood from her seat, moving over to the nearest person. “Can I bother you for a dance?”