Not to mention he’ll be able to attend prom with us next year too. He’s yet to go to a school dance, and as cringey as they are, there’s no way he can’t go to prom. If I didn’t know Izzy would beat me to it, I’d kidnap him myself. Yeah, right. As if the second he started panicking, you wouldn’t bend over backward to insist having prom here instead with just the four of you, and whoever Waylon’s flavor of the month is.
