So I got some reviews (BTW thank you guys so much!) saying that I should continue the first one-shot as a story. Tell me what you guys think. You can also put any ideas. This next one is no way shape or form a continuation of the first one. Please review and I hope you like it!

Mom is curling my hair for tonight, and I'm so excited. Senior prom is a big deal. Glittering gowns, music blasting through the speakers, decorations strung everywhere. This year's theme is "Neon Lights." I'm in the prom committee for decorations, and my dad—who's an artist—helped me. The decorations are spectacular in my opinion. Then again I made them so...

"Honey, you look beautiful," Mom croons. I look in the mirror, and I feel beautiful. Mom curled my hair and pinned it up. Delicate, red tendrils frame my face. Our neighbor, Lucy, also helped with my makeup. She put dark blue eye shadow that makes me look mysterious. It brings out my blue eyes, too. Lucy contrasted it with a soft pink lip gloss. I'm not one for extremely heavy makeup, like Celeste and Bariel, the queen bees. They'll probably have a pound of makeup on tonight. No, make that a ton. It is prom, after all.

I stand up from the vanity, and Dad decides to pop in that moment. "Kitten, he's here." My heart leaps, and I'm ecstatic to go meet him downstairs, but the look on my dad's face keeps me rooted in place. His eyes look glassy and he blinks. "Wow," he says with nostalgia. "I guess you're not a kitten anymore."

I smile and there's a tear in my eye too. "Daddy, you're going to ruin my makeup." I walk over to him and give him a hug.

"America, you look beautiful," he says.

"Yes, America," my mom agrees confidently. "You're going to be prom queen for sure."

I just laugh at that and look at myself in the mirror one more time before I go downstairs. I actually take a moment to observe my dress that Anne, Lucy's mother, made for me. My dress is a midnight blue that almost changes shades in the light. It hugs my curves but billows out in a princess-like way, floating to the floor like a dark blue waterfall. The asymmetrical layers of the dress swish when I walk, giving me an almost-elegant air. There is elaborate beading on the bodice that I don't even know how Anne sewed on. It's strapless, and I can see how it makes me look older, more sophisticated. I decide to wear heels tonight, a simple black thing with straps that wrap around my ankle. It has a three inch heel that I will probably take off later on the dance floor.

I grin and thank both of my parents. I pass by my little brother Gerad's room before I go downstairs. "Hey buddy," I say.

He doesn't look up from his microscope. "Hi," he squeaks.

"You having fun?" I ask.

He shrugs. "I found out how much bacteria was on my iPhone case, but you know." He looks up at me now and he grins. "Have fun at prom. I can't believe you dance with boys for fun. Do you kiss them too? Like—"

"Okay, that's enough!" I interject.

"—who's waiting for you downstairs," Gerad finishes.

Crap. He's waiting.

I start to run but then I remember I'm wearing heels. I slow down a bit and start my grand entrance. I walk down the stairs and two voices are speaking—one that I knew since she was born, and the other a voice that I want to hear every minute.

My date whistles low and clear when he sees me. I just roll my eyes and giggle. I curtsy for him, and he stands up and takes my hand. He puts it to his lips like a gentleman, making May, my little sister, squeal in delight.

"Keep it down, May!" I hiss, not wanting him to see me so embarrassed.

"Sorry, Ames! But you guys are just so adorable!"

He chuckles and wraps his arms around my waist. "America, you look breathtaking," he says softly so only I can hear it. My heart melts, knowing that those words are for me.

"And you do too," I say with a sheepish smile. His tie matches my dress, and a small, delicate lily is in the breast pocket of his suit coat. He seems to remember something and rushes to the couch where he must have been sitting and talking with May. He returns with a small box. Inside is a beautiful corsage—a lily.

I gasp. I'm truly touched by the gesture. I start to say something when he puts a finger to my lips and puts the corsage on my wrist. He kisses my hand again, and I'm so eager for one on my lips, but the sound of my parents coming down makes me extra alert.

"Okay, time for the pictures!" Mom says with her camera ready. I softly groan and he chuckles, a sound I've always loved. We pose, his arms around my waist with my back to his chest. I try to smile, but it doesn't feel natural with my parents and younger sister staring at me like a new Justin Bieber scandal on the internet.

Maxon senses my discomfort. "Darling, just look at me like you can't stand me." I turn my neck so I can see his mock pout. I crack up, and I probably look like I'm having an aneurysm in the picture. We take a couple more, the next ones with genuine smiles. Maxon seems to be the only one that can do that. My mom says goodbye to us quickly, eager to download the pictures and upload them on Facebook. Mothers...

Dad has a stern look on his face as he approaches Maxon and me. I can feel Maxon stiffen a little, but he knows what this feels like, to be interrogated by my dad. "You two have to return before midnight. Understand?"

We nod. "Yes, sir," Maxon adds seriously. "If anything happens, I will call you myself."

Dad keeps the façade, but I can see the amusement in his eyes. "Good."

Maxon holds out his hand, and Dad shakes it. I can see from here that Maxon is making sure that his handshake is firm. Dad finally breaks the mask and he grins. "Have fun, you two."

"But not too much, sir," Maxon says with some mischief in his smile. Dad smiles in return. We start to exit, and I take a last look at Dad.

He mouths, "I love this guy." I laugh, leaving May and Maxon confused.

Maxon opens the car door for me and he's grinning from ear to ear when he puts the key in the ignition. "Ready for a night of fun, my dear?"

I grin back and put my hand in his. "More than ready."

We take off for the crazy night that awaits us.