Caitlin and Van
Van had arrived at the dance wearing a Guy Fawkes mask and laughed when he saw Caitlin's choice. God, she was so perfect. Not that he noticed.
His outfit, as they had decided prior, was similar to hers. They ignored the theme and came as they pleased. It was fun, nevertheless, and Van was enjoying himself.
"Is her dress literally lit up with lights?" Van asked, eyeing the girl who had entered with the bright dress. He took the other half of the bite she had and popped it into his mouth, chewing a few moments.
"Sick!" he spat it into a napkin. "Tastes like slimy dirt." Van washed out his mouth with some punch.