The night went on, and I had fun very second of it. Oliver didn't creep back into my mind at any given moment. And thankfully Cody didn't see any weird acting ways from when I had originally come back from Oliver's text message.

Now it was almost time for prom to be over. As depressed by that as I was, I knew I was excited to be able to actually talk to Cody now.

After the last song ended, I grabbed Cody's hand and we walked over to our table to get my purse, and his jacket. When I looked back up from getting my jacket, Cody was staring at me, a small smile on his face. My eyebrows almost became one as I looked back at him with a confused look. "Are you ok babe?"

"Yes." He continued smiling. "I just feel so lucky."

I smiled back at him, stood on my tiptoes and kissed him. "I'm the lucky one."

Before he could even begin the argument on who was luckier, I shut him up with another kiss. "Alright. Let's get out of here." I laughed, grabbing his hand once again, and we walked out of the ballroom. I sighed, and turned around, taking one last look at the place where I had one of the greatest nights of my life.

Then I received a kiss on the cheek. "We'll be back here again in a year."

I looked up at him. "Do you really think we'll still be dating a year from now?"

He smiled still. "Of course. I'm never letting you go." And he wrapped his arms around my middle.

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Cody and I both piled into his jeep once almost everyone else seemed to be gone. "What now?" I turned to Cody. "It's only eleven. I'm allowed out for at least three more hours."

"Three?" His eyes widened.

"It is prom night." I smiled at him.

"Well... I don't know for sure. But my parents are out for the weekend, so I have the house to myself. Want to go play some DDR or something?" He laughed with a smirk on his face.

"You're a nerd. I'd love to. But I'm kinda still wearing my prom dress."

"You're the nerd. I have some of your shirts and shorts from the times we went swimming, and you accidentally left your clothes at my house, only to never get them back."

"Oh. Well. I guess we're good then. But I'm going to take a shower beforehand. I feel absolutely disgusting."

Cody reached over to me, and ran one of his hands through my hair. "You look absolutely gorgeous."

I blushed. "I'm still taking a shower."

He laughed. "Fine with me." And then he drove off.

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Almost an hour later, I had taken my shower, and I was in Cody's bathroom, putting on my clothes. I soon realized the only clothes I had actually not picked up Cody's was one pair of some of my pajama shorts... since the last time we went swimming I had just come home from sleeping. So the only clothes I had one were those shorts, and one of Cody's buttoned up shirts.

I walked out of the bathroom with my newly wet wavy hair. I was roughly rubbing my fingers through it when I walked into Cody. "Oh Jesus! You scared the crap out of me!"

He laughed. "You're the one who ran into me."

"Still." I lightly hit him. "Don't laugh at me."

"I'm sorry." He continued to chuckle at me, as I walked past him. "Well... if it helps. You look super sexy."

I turned around, and looked at him. "Really now?"

"Oh yes." He started, walking up to me. "The booty shorts. My nice button up shirt. Your wet, wavy hair."

"You look super sexy too." I said smiling, he was wearing basketball shorts, and his dress shirt, with his tie undone.

"Really?"

"Yes really."

He leaned in for a kiss, and I leaned in too. But then at the very last second, I pulled away. "I'm gonna kick your ass." I laughed, and ran into his living room.

"At DDR? Hell no." Cody said, joining me in the living room.

"Oh hell yes. I've been training up." I said, bouncing back and forth from foot to foot, waiting in front of one of the mats Cody had already set up.

"Training up?" He laughed again, going to the main menu.

"This is a very serious manner Cody. Don't sass me." I said, laughing along with him.

And so he didn't sass me any longer. And we played DDR. And Cody, of course, did kick my ass. He did own the game. I just played all the time over at his house. No telling how often he played it when I wasn't around. We played for a while, until Cody decided he was tired. "What do you mean tired?" I almost yelled as Cody stopped in the middle of one of the games, and sat on the couch as I continued to play. "You can't just quit in the middle of a game."

"Oh. But I have." I could hear from behind me, but I wouldn't dare unglue my eyes off the TV.

"Loser."

"Yes. Yes I am. A sore one at that." I still wasn't looking at him, but I could sense his smile as he said this to me.

"Don't need to tell me twice." I smiled, knowing he knew I was joking too. We each knew the other way too well. Then suddenly, I felt arms wrapped around me. "Cody! Don't! You'll mess me up!" He laughed again, then turned me around. "What are you doing?" I asked up at his grin.

"Kissing you."

"No you aren't. You're looking at me." He laughed again, and then kissed me. Then after a minute or so, I said, "Well damn, I'm getting at least a 'C' now because of you."

"Not much different from what you usually get."

"Excuse me sir. I usually get at least a high 'B'." He smiled again, and kissed me. "Ok. Why are you randomly all kissy?"

"Confession?"

"Sure. Go ahead." I smiled up at him.

"For some reason, I have never been more turned on than I am right now."

"What?"

"Seeing you play that game in your shorts, and my shirt. I don't know. It just got to me."

"Oh my god." I said, letting go of him.

"I know. And I'm sorry. I know you don't want to have sex yet. I mean, but it just crossed my mind. We've been dating for two years now, you can't expect me to just not think about it..."

And I stopped him with my lips. He was right. We had been dating for two years. I was now graduated from high school, and I was eighteen years old. Two years was long enough to wait before having sex, right? All I know is that lately, I had been wanting to have sex with him too. I broke from his kiss, and smiled up at him. "You aren't the only one..."

All he did was smile back at me. Then he pulled me back into the kiss, and picked me up as I wrapped my legs around him. We continued to make out as he walked us back into his room. He kicked his door closed, and I started to laugh into the kiss. "Why are you laughing?" He asked.

"Why are you closing the door? We're at your house... alone..."

"I don't know." He shrugged. "It just seems weird getting hot and steamy with you, with my door open."

I laughed again, and kissed him softly on the lips. "That's exactly what I love about you."

His eyes brightened. "I love you too."

We ended up walking to his bed, hand-in-hand, his door still closed. We sat on his bed, me in his arms. "Are you sure you're ready for this?" He asked, looking down at me.

I looked up at him, without moving my head. "More than ever."

And with that, he kissed me full on the mouth. He ran his hands through my hair, and lay me down on his bed. His fingers nervously began to shake as he unbuttoned his shirt, I mean, the shirt I had on. And I smiled at his nervousness... at least I wasn't the only one nervous about my first time. Our first time. Because I was shaking a little bit too, as I pulled his tie out from under his collar, then unbuttoned the shirt he had on, and continued to kiss him as I pulled it off.