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I don't think that passenger seat has ever looked this good to me
He tells me about his night And I count the colors in his eyes
He'd never fall in love he swears, as he runs his fingers through his hair
I'm laughing 'cause I hope he's wrong and I don't think it ever crossed his mind
He tells a joke, I fake a smile That I know all his favorite songs
It's nearly an hour later when he helps me into his Hummer. Why he has it? I have no idea. He keeps it at home when he's at college. At least he knows not to drive it long distances. "I can get in by myself, you know?" I remark, even though I'm not sure if it's true. He doesn't know that.
"Sure you can." He chuckles as he eyes my heels. "Whatever helps you not fall." I turn my head around to him once I'm safely inside the car, glaring at him as best I can without smiling.
"Watch it mister. You have to deal with me the whole night." The smile I was fighting to hide breaks through as he shakes his head at me before shutting the door. I look in the side view mirror at Alex's car behind us. I don't know why they didn't just ride with us, but I figure it has something to do with the end of the night. Ha. Izzie thinks shes soo clever. She's not.
"Ready?" He spoke the word, but we both knew at this point, I don't really have a choice. Not that I ever did, apparently. I was already in his car, and it'd already been started.
"As ever." I respond as he pulls out of my driveway. I should be happy. This is my dream. For as long as I can remember, he is who I wanted to go to prom with, you know, if I ever decided I wanted to go.
"Smile!" He smiles at me, grabbing onto my hand quickly to give it a squeeze before letting it go to replace it on the gear.
I do as he says, only twenty times cheesier so that he knows it's fake. I'm wearing a freaking dress, and it's not even going to be taken off of me! How unfair is that! Totally unfair, if you were wondering.
"So what have you been up to?" I ask, breaking the silence, as well as my thoughts. I turn towards him, and I'm not surprised to find his infamous smirk has reappeared. He's so cocky sometimes that it hurts. Physically hurts. I don't even want to know what he's been doing when he gets those sorts of looks. Ew. Okay, it's not so much 'ew' as JEALOUS, but he doesn't have to know that. I'm good at hiding that. At least, that's what I tell myself. Yeah, that's it! I'm good at it.
"Oh, you know." He grins, shrugging his shoulders. I do know sadly. Countless and faceless girls back to back. I used to want to be one of those girls. But I don't want that anymore. Because he doesn't even remember their name the next day, and I couldn't imagine that. I need him for as long as I can have him, in what ever way that is. One hour, one night.. it will never be enough for me. "Dating around."
Dating. That's a way to put it, I guess. If you're extremely optimistic and can consider a date in a girls bedroom a date. Cheap that way, I guess. Ew. Why do I lo-- like him anyway? Oh. That's right. He's freaking perfect.
"Had a second one yet?" I try my best to smile at him, but there's something in the bottom of my stomach that's terrified he's going to answer yes.
"Ha. Do you not know me at all, Mer?" He glances at me, and I just laugh, not allowing myself to answer. Sometimes there's things I just don't want to admit. " I don't think you have to worry about that." He chuckles, and although he says it for the entirely wrong reason than what I wish he meant, I feel better.
"Good to know. " I roll my eyes before letting them fall to my folded hands in my lap. What the HELL am I doing in this dress? He will never see me as more than the girl next door. The little girl at that. I'm only ONE year younger than him! I mean really! It's not like he babysat me. Well okay, that one time, he did, sort of, but I totally kicked his ass the entire time in pool, so he doesn't get to say he was babysitting. Clearly my parents were on some good pills that day.
"Here goes nothing." He squeezed my hand, and it wasn't until then that I realized we'd arrived at the banquet hall. That was fast. Then again, it was Mark driving, so that's not exactly a surprise. I turn to my right to find Izzie and Alex already out of his car waiting for us, holding hands! Aw! How CUTE!
"Hey Mark?" I ask, grinning as I notice Alex's bootineer, which was clearly planned. "How did you know what color my dress was?"
"Sweetheart, your HAIR is pink." He laughs at me, and despite my best efforts, I am sure I blushed. Ass!
"Right." I nod quickly, pulling my hand from his quickly as I opened the door.
"Ank!" He grins, shaking his head. "I will be doing that, my dear. I am your date, after all. He winks before jumping out of his side and rushing mine. How cute can he be. I mean really. I mean. Loser. Yeah. That's it. Before I can protest, and by protest, I mean fake protest, he is at my door , extending his arm to help me down. Honestly, it's a little weird him being so.. nice. He's always so sarcastic.
"Well thank you." I laugh as I take his arm as he begin to walk towards the entrance. Izzie and Alex are close behind, and something about that exact moment felt so right that it scared me. Why does Mark have to be such a whore?