Suddenly there was a yellow light inside the clay pot. Summary: Senior year at Nockfell High is coming to an end, which means prom night it coming up soon. Published: Ap05:42 PM IST Celebrating 50 years of Balarama Topic Lifestyle News As you walk into the Balarama office at Kottayam, you can see a clay pot arranged over a mini lawn.
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. This is the first part, I plan on there being two parts to this fanfic, possibly three. TW: Swearing, possible mentions of drug use, slight angst? “Bullshit!” Larry burst into laughter, throwing his head back as he held his stomach. 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. “Can you try and be quiet? What if your mom hears. She’s gonna never let it down!” Sal tugged at his pigtails out of nervousness, pacing around the room. “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.
