“Come on, who cares? You should ask them!” The taller boy encouraged as he shut the door to his bedroom, turning his attention back to his blue haired buddy. She’s gonna never let it down!” Sal tugged at his pigtails out of nervousness, pacing around the room. “Can you try and be quiet? What if your mom hears.
His rather embarrassed friend tensed up at his reaction. “You wanna ask (Y/N) to prom?” He continued to giggle, as his fit of laughter died down. “Bullshit!” Larry burst into laughter, throwing his head back as he held his stomach. TW: Swearing, possible mentions of drug use, slight angst?
This is the first part, I plan on there being two parts to this fanfic, possibly three. Although usually Sal Fisher is not one for high school get-togethers, he’s been wanting to ask (Y/N) to the dance, though it’s not as easy as most people make it seem.
Summary: Senior year at Nockfell High is coming to an end, which means prom night it coming up soon. I decided to stray a bit from my usual AOT content and give some attention to the other fandoms I’m in, like Sally Face! :)