Sugarplum and Angel.

Lisa never actually went to her prom.

She'd fucked up all her way through high school. Always stupid, always aggravating, never able to make a single friend because there was no-one on this Earth she apparently wouldn't push away. And yet she still got a dress, it was pink and black, very long for her usual tastes. Her shoulders stayed bare, her cleavage nicely on display. She tried. She really tried. She even got as far as the car park, but then ran away. She couldn't handle reality. She couldn't handle the mess she had made of her life.

Crying in the middle of nowhere was how she met Jake.

She had cried so much she had passed out on a bench god knows where. Jake had roused with her, sat with her, and when she refused to go home refused to leave her. She let him take her to his house, ready for this to be another fuck up, but he let her rest, let her get cleaned up, and in the morning took her home. She didn't understand why he hadn't fucked her, used her. That was how the world made sense. She was hot, vulnerable, he was strong, what else was meant to happen?

He would end up fucking her, of course. It was gratifying to learn he didn't seen something 'wrong' with her, that made her unappealing. She flirted, chased him, and eventually he did take her to his home and fuck her. He always would take her to his home. That was strange to, he wasn't ashamed of her. Didn't hide her away. The men who used her wouldn't be seen in polite society with her, Jake took her on real dates, let people know who she was even though the gap in their ages was very scandalous.

She didn't understand so she ran over and over again. And for Future Lisa, eventually she never went back. But now she could change that, she dragged her younger self here, pretty in her prom dress, ready to pretend to be classy and try and make amends.

She failed immediately of course. Jake opened the door and her younger self choked, quite literally. Jake was taking them both in, in all their beauty, and her younger self struggled to say even a single word to him, tears brimming in her eyes. She could see it, even from behind, how Younger Lisa was straining to get the words 'I'm sorry' out, but they wouldn't come.

"It's okay, Sugarplum," Jake wraps his arms around her. "Come on in you two."