"I don't understand though," Orion says to Troy as they sit around waiting for the others.
"What is there to not understand?" Troy questions, laughing slightly as Orion wriggles and squirms about in his suit.
"The whole concept," Orion replies, genuinely confused. "Surely the end of a school year is something to be remembered as a sad time, not in a room with lots of people making lots of noise!"
"I guess you could see it like that," Troy shrugs as Orion's argument starts to make sense, "but we tend to celebrate endings as being new beginnings, and anyway right now we need any reason to celebrate, after the armada's defeat and everything."
Orion opens his mouth to protest, but at that moment, the doorbell goes, signalling the arrival of the other four rangers.
What follows the arrival of the other two thirds of the rangers can be described as nothing less than a frantic panic to get as many nice-yet-natural photos of the six of them before Jake starts to get restless and whips out his inflatable soccer ball. Hilarity ensues as Gia and Emma find their heels sinking in the moderately soft grass, so are forced to walk awkwardly on their tiptoes to even stand a chance of staying upright. More commotion occurs as the couple photos are taken, with Gia and Jake disagreeing on every single suggested pose, until Noah and Emma have to physically push them out of the way so everyone stays on schedule. Nobody notices the quietness of the young men with the red and silver ties respectively, who seem to be getting more agitated the further the photoshoot progresses.
"You okay?" Troy asks Orion, who looks to be having some sort of panic.
"No. No no no no no. Not okay," Orion all but cries, staring directly at Troy.
"Why, what's wrong? Trust me," Troy replies, concerned.
"It's just, like, how do we pose? Because, well, we're, y'know, 'a thing' of sorts, so do we do the boy-girl poses, or like just two guy friends?" Orion's breath quickens with every word as he spirals into more of a panic. Troy sighs; they knew they'd have to come out to everyone, that they were the clichéd 'more than friends', but in all honesty he'd thought they would have admitted it by now.
"Whatever feels natural," Troy replies calmly, "and maybe I'll throw a cheeky kiss in there, you never know."
"Do I really have to wait for it?" Orion whines, giving Troy the puppy dog eyes, to which Troy responds in the only way he can - the sweetest, most loving kiss ever given.
"I love you so much Orion, my prom date, my prom king, my world."