Hey guys, so today is my Prom and I'm pretty pumped! Instead of a Jellicle Ball, why not have it as the Jellicle Prom? Here's just a stupid little thing I came up with. I also like slashes, so don't be surprised if a few of these cats are gay :)

Tugger and Mistoffelees

At first, I didn't want to go to the Prom. Not me. I'm suppose to go stag, or otherwise with Bomba, but she plans on asking someone else. Though then the new semester started, and we got a new kid.

Sleek body, cute-ass bubble butt, adorably short, big blue eyes, and a killer smile. We had a few classes together, got to know one another, and of course everyone thought we were friends. They knew he was gay (so obvious) but they didn't know I happened to like toms, too. Which is one other reason why I want to ask Mistoffelees to Prom.

The other reason? I'm completely head over heels for him.

He's so smart and yet so ditzy, too. He's such a dreamer and is so funny. He depends on me and I can depend on him. He's perfect. I'm able to sit with him for hours, just lying around and talking. Sometimes we don't even talk. We just sit there in the field, staring up at the sky until stars are over our heads. He's so fun, too. We can just be sitting inside his den and then he says, "Tag! You're it!" He brings out the kitten in me, and we're so kittenish already it's even funner. I want him to be mine, and I want to be his. Forever.

I was shocked at how nervous I was about asking him. We've known each other for a few months now. I know everything about him and he knows everything about me (except for the fact I'm madly in love with him). I didn't want to casually ask him. I wanted to ask him in a way he would remember forever.

So I figured it out.

Misto loved tuna, Queen, glitter, the night sky, black and white, wine, and peonies. So I took a huge sheet and started to paint the night sky on it with white stars and a black background, and one big moon. I did that to three other sheets and hung them all around his den so it was like he was in space. Then I tossed glitter everywhere, even on myself (the things I do for love). I set up a table with a black table cloth and white chairs. I set up a white lamp and then made some fancy tuna and stole some wine from Mac. I put on some Queen and made a bouquet of white peonies. I stood inside his den, waiting. The anticipation was killing me. What if he says no? Just as I was about to rip everything down, feeling stupid, he walked in, holding red roses, my favorite flowers.

"Tugger," he breathed, looking around, amazed.

I walked up to him and kissed him tenderly. "Will you go to Prom with me?" I asked.

He smiled up at me, and then laughed lightly. "Of course I will." He took the flowers and then looked at the roses. "This is such a relief."

"Why?"

"Because I was going to ask you."

I laughed and took the roses, wrapping my arms around him. Then we sat at the table, got a little tipsy, and ate tuna.

"Hey, Tuggsy," Misto said (he called me that whenever he got wasted). "I have a brilliant idea. Brilliant!"

"What's that?" I asked, not as drunk as him.

"Let's not tell anyone."

"What?"

"You should say you're bringing someone hot from outside the Jellicle Junkyard and then I'll just tell everyone I'm not telling or I'm going stag or something." He giggled. "It'll be fun! We can be fashionably late and then show up together!"

I laughed. "You're so perfect for me, Misto."

"I'm perfect in anyway dear."

Yes, yes you are.