It was the night of the ball
The night grew later and later, and Liam was starting to worry that Rowell wasn't going to come. Finally, he appeared, wearing something like this:
He smiled at him
"Hey..."
"You look nice..."
"Ah-this old thing?"
He laughed a little, tugging at his tux
"Nah... you're gorgeous..."
He didn't seem-quite like himself...
;)
