David, Allie, eventually Brandon
Rae had helped him with his outfit. At first, he hadn't wanted help. He was just going to go in his regular clothes—which, these really were, but that was beside the point—but Rae had insisted. She always told him that he had potential, that he was already as nice-looking as his brother and it was just a matter of bringing it out. David just passed it off as Rae being nice, as Rae often did. She also always said that attractiveness was only ten percent what you looked like, and ninety in how you carried yourself, and David was fully aware that how he carried himself did little more than get him teased.
Still, he'd allowed Rae to pick his clothes for him. The shirt was a little brighter than he would have liked, but Rae reassured him that it "brought out his eyes" and that he was "going to get so much attention." He'd almost stopped her there, told her that he was content with spending time with who he'd already set aside time to spend with. He'd never done well in the spotlight, after all.
It was a little embarrassing, to be honest. Since he'd chatted with that girl named Allie on Rae's computer a few days ago, he'd been able to think of little else. He'd recognized her immediately as the pretty girl who had put on a show for the intranet for Christmas, and that had sent him back into his cocoon a little bit... but she was actually really nice. Yeah, she talked a lot, but David figured that was more of a girl thing than anything else. Besides, it made up for the fact that he didn't like to talk a whole lot.
He knew that his chances with a girl like that—someone with the whole package of pretty, nice and talented—were slim to none. Even after high school, when they stopped teasing him, they saw him as the "cute friend who made them feel good about themselves." He stepped into that role willingly most times, granted it was never easy.
So, here he sat in Madison Square Garden, a little closer to the center of attention than he wanted to be but it was fine. Allie looked stunning, he couldn't help but notice. Even prettier in person than over a computer. He smiled a little bit, his voice still a little bit of a mutter but clearer than it was with most people. "You did a great job with this place," he pointed out. "And you look really pretty," he added, desperately trying to keep himself from blushing... and more than likely failing.