MJ&Flash
Flash had been expecting to have a good time. For the past month girls would chatter nonstop by his locker about dresses, guys would elbow each other in class over "after parties" and even teachers got that nostalgic look on their faces like the remembered a small piece of their past they'd never get back. Flash, the Flash who went to this school a year ago, would have been excited. He would have shouted the name of the girl he was going to bang at the end of the night in the locker room. He'd smack some chess club kid around and ask him if he had a kickstarter to pay for a hooker to take to the prom. He'd lean on the hot Spanish teacher's desk and ask if she wanted to go with him because he liked the mature women.
Now though. Now, after a year of living with an alien, making best friends with the biggest nerd girl in school and royally fucking things up with MJ. Now Flash couldn't give a fuck. He acted excited riding in the limo with everyone, laughing and shouting enough that Gwen wouldn't catch on, but the second the dance started he shuffled off to his own corner and watched a bunch of kids who didn't want to grow up. All Flash wanted to do was get the hell out of this fucked up teenage circle.
He avoided MJ as much as he could, but when he spotted her walking by the dark upstairs lounge, Flash decided he couldn't let the night end without trying to have something close to a good time with her. "Hey!" He shouted, moving past a group of girls and waving a little to get her attention. "Yo, little red. I snuck a flask in. Wanna split it with me?" Flash whispered with a small grin that was about as close to the Flash she knew when this all started as it had been in months. And, for the record, he looked like a complete gorilla in a suit. Shoulders too big for the jacket, tie already loose and hanging from his collar. Just one big kid pretending to be a grown up like everyone else.