A/N- Alright, prom, here we come!
(P.S- If you guys see any small spelling or grammar errors, PM me. My stupid laptop won't catch them if they're actual words. Oh, and check out the Author's Note at the bottom.)
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AMPOV
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The rest of that week was wonderful. The food fight was the most fun thing I have ever done; I poured a bowl of mashed potatoes over Anthony's head and then pelted him with gravy-filled balloons. He got his revenge by splattering me with mustard and ketchup. The ice skating was hilarious, because Anthony had never skated before, and wasn't exactly the most graceful thing out there. I lost count of how many times he fell, stopping after twenty-five. We snuggled on a beanbag in the gym while we all watched Catch Me If You Can. Well, I pretended to watch- we were sitting in the back, and Anthony kept nibbling my ear and whispering passionate things to me, like "You are so beautiful," and "I love you so much."
Then came the night of the lock-in. Anthony picked me up in the Mercedes, and I tossed my duffel and sleeping bag in the backseat.
"Hello," he smiled, leaning over to kiss me.
"Hi," I said, kissing him back.
"They're letting us sleep co-ed this year." he smiled.
I grinned. "Where are we sleeping?" I asked.
"The biology room, if it's not too full."
I nodded, and reached over to hold his hand across the armrest. We pulled up to the school, catching sight of a sign that said:
All students staying for the Senior Activities Week lock-in will need to report to the gymnasium for a brief assembly.
We picked up our bags from the ground and headed to the gym- it was about half full of people chatting and digging through their bags. We sat in the front row, and Mr. Willard called us all to attention.
"Good evening students." he said, "Welcome to our fifteenth annual overnight lock-in. When we are done here, you will be dispatched to put your things away in one of the following rooms of your choice: room 208, room 209, room 210, room 211, or room 212. Lights out will be called at 11:00, and we will pack up tomorrow morning at 9:00, after breakfast. Tomorrow evening will be the senior prom, lasting from 7:00 to 11:00."
We all chatted for a moment, and I was thinking about my plans for tomorrow night with Anthony; dancing at prom, both of us in our formal wear. And then, just maybe…
"Hey, Ann Marie? We'd better go if we're going to get a spot in the bio room." Anthony said.
I nodded robotically and we headed up to the second floor, the first into the biology room. I sat my sleeping bag up under the window; Anthony rolled his out next to mine. Our classmates flooded the room, about fifteen others or so, and our chaperone, Mrs. Levitz, headed down the hall for "A quick meeting with the other chaperones."
The moment that the door shut, I jumped on Anthony, literally. I didn't care that everyone in that room was staring at us as we tasted one another's tongues, or that someone went to the door to be out unofficial 'lookout'. A few other couples started making out as well, but not going at it like Anthony and I were. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Chelsie and Chris looking uncomfortably at one another.
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CHPOV
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Everyone around us was making out. Chris and I sat there, staring at the floor. Ann Marie and Anthony were swapping spit in the corner, grabbing and touching and feeling one another up. My ears were on fire with embarrassment as the occasional whine or whimper rang out.
"She's coming!" the guy at the door called.
Everyone sprang apart and rolled into innocent positions; Ann Marie dug out a deck of cards and began to deal a few to a very shocked Anthony. They played a few rounds of 'go-fish', going with something innocent because Mrs. Levitz was staring them down. But, after a while, she went out into the hallway, and they broke into a game of poker, betting with whatever either of them bad brought. Ann Marie ended up winning, keeping everything she had bet and taking everything Anthony had.
Just then, I felt Chris tap me on the shoulder. I turned to face him, and saw that he looked cautious, scared almost.
"What is it?" I asked.
He shook his head slowly and tilted his head…leaned in…and pressed his lips to mine. I kissed him back for a moment, but then he pulled away, smiling at me. I beamed back at him, and our fingers laced on the linoleum floor.
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ANPOV
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I was smiling slightly after I watched Chelsie and Chris kiss out of the corner of my eye; Ann Marie was smiling emotionally. I put my arm around her, pulling her closer.
"So…" I said casually, "Do you have a date for the prom yet?"
She bit her lip. "Are you asking me?"
"Are you saying yes?" I winked.
"I don't know…" she said, "My boyfriend might not like it."
I chuckled and pulled her to my chest "Who cares? I'll bet he's a loser, anyway."
"No, he's actually pretty hot."
"Am I hotter than he is?" I asked.
"Mmm….no." she answered, smiling.
I laughed out loud at that, and she laughed with me- the combined sound of our laughter was the most perfect thing I had ever heard. It sounded so right.
She stretched up, reaching toward the sky, when suddenly, a pillow came flying by and smacked her right in the face. She frowned, and picked up the offending pillow, scanning the room to see who had thrown it; Chelsie was smiling innocently. Ann Marie wheeled back and tossed it back at her, hitting her right in the back of the head. The two took to beating one another with the feather down pillows, and I chuckled. Then, they took to beating me with the pillows, and I rolled into my sleeping bag to dodge the blows. They giggled, and Ann Marie unzipped my bag- I peered up at her, and she smiled, kissing my nose. We snuggled for a few minutes, but then the games started; truth or dare was first.
"Anthony, truth or dare?" Ann Marie asked.
"Truth."
She thought a moment. "Do you wear boxers or briefs?" she asked.
I blushed furiously- everyone peered at me excitedly, and when I didn't answer, Ann Marie pressed farther.
"Or do you just not wear any and go commando?" she asked.
I blushed even redder- my ears flamed up. "No," I murmured.
"Well?" everyone asked.
I sighed. "Boxers…" I mumbled. All the girls in the room giggles and whispered to one another excitedly. Ann Marie smiled, and the game moved on with me daring Chelsie to swallow an Alka-Seltzer tablet whole; she did so with no problem…getting a serious case of uncontrollable belches afterwards. It went around the room, and finally reached me again, with Jackson declaring the game over. We all checked our phones; it was already 10:30. We chatted for a while, occasionally stealing a kiss when Mrs. Levitz wasn't looking.
11:00 rolled around, and we were all ordered to get to bed. I rolled into my sleeping bag and closed my eyes.
"Mr. Holland needs me to supervise the room next to us for the night; we are a little short on chaperones tonight, so I believe that I can trust you. You are all very responsible kids, and I hope that we will not have a repeat of the incident a decade ago." she shuddered and stepped out, closing the door behind her and leaving us all in the dark.
We all waited a moment before the talking started.
"Is she crazy?" Ann Marie asked excitedly, "Leaving all these teenagers by themselves…"
I chuckled, and she gestured to my sleeping bag. "Hey, help me with this." she said as she unzipped her sleeping bag all the way; I copied her, and she zipped them up together, making one big sleeping bag. I grabbed my pillow and crawled in next to her.
"Better watch them," Trevor warned, "we may be getting some free porn pretty soon."
I rolled my eyes and snuggled in next to Ann Marie; she, however, had…other plans. She reached over and cupped my face, kissing me passionately while her other hand slid down my chest- I rolled closer to her and moaned slightly at the feeling of her hips on mine. We pulled away and I kissed her cheek once.
"Goodnight." I said.
"Night…" she breathed groggily.
I hugged her to my chest and quickly fell asleep, though the rest of the room buzzed with a hyper, anxious aura;
They were still waiting for their little 'show'.
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THE NEXT EVENING
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We all headed back home the next morning, though I was still dazed form 'sleeping' with Ann Marie; I would be in heaven if I could wake up every morning to see her lying in my arms, her auburn curls spilled out into a halo-like fan around her perfect face. Everyone headed out- the girls to the salon to get their hair, nails, and whatever else done, the guys heading off to kill time:
Tonight was prom night.
After I dropped Ann Marie off, I came in quietly through my front door, my duffel slung over my arm.
"How was it?" my Mom called.
"Good," I answered, "though it wasn't much fun sleeping on the hard linoleum floor in the biology lab."
My Dad chuckled and told me to toss my dirty clothes down the chute; I did so, tossing my bag before collapsing onto the bed; I needed a nap. I stretched out, and just before sleep claimed me, there was a knock on my door. My Dad popped his head in.
"I'm sorry, did I wake you?" he asked.
"No," I yawned, not opening my eyes, "I'm just about to take a nap."
"Oh," he answered, "Well, I just came up to let you know that your mother and I are going on a hunting trip tonight. Everyone is going, and we won't be back until tomorrow afternoon- there won't be anyone here when you get home tonight, but we'll want to hear all about it tomorrow."
I smiled. "Hunting, huh?" I asked.
His eyes narrowed. "Yes," he said cautiously.
"Are you sure that's all you and Mom will be doing, Dad? Really?"
"Stop it." he smiled.
I grinned, and he shut the door, leaving me to my nice, long nap.
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AMPOV
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I peered cautiously at my reflection in the mirror, trying to decide whether to wear my hair up or down. I donned my bathrobe-the one with the rubber duck on it- and my slippers, standing in the bathroom, all of my makeup and hair-care products scattered on the counter. I had already put on my makeup, and I peered around the doorframe; my dress and heels were in the exact same place I had left them, reclining on my bed.
I turned to re-address my reflection and decided with a down-do; I blow-dried my long locks and applied almost every de-frizzer known to woman. When I was satisfied, I touched up my makeup for the third time before dancing out to pull my dress on (from the bottom up- it was not very comfortable to dress this way, but I wanted to look perfect for Anthony). Rummaging through my jewelry box, I found a pair of hoop earrings and a silver chain necklace, putting them on to finish the outfit. I plugged in my iHome, looking for something to make me feel fierce, powerful. I checked the clock: 6:50. Suddenly, I came across the perfect song; Kelly Clarkson's I'm Already Gone. I danced around (amazing that I could do that in these heels) singing along.
There is nothing you can say, sorry doesn't cut it babe,
Take the hint and walk away, cause I'm gone…
I went on like that for almost ten minutes- I got so absorbed in my power hype that I didn't hear the sound of a car pulling up to our house.
"Ann Marie, Anthony's here!" my Dad called. I swallowed hard and reached out to turn off my iHome, smoothing my hair and dress before turning to walk to the stairs. Anthony had told me that he had not gone to Junior prom, because he didn't have anyone he wanted to go with- I had just smiled and told him that I had not gone, either…though it was for a completely different reason than his.
I reached the top and looked down; there he was, looking more than handsome in his simple black tux, adorned with white cuffs, a grey tie, and gold cufflinks. His hair was no different than it usually was, still unruly in the way that drove me and every other female being wild. My stomach was in knots as I descended the huge staircase, being very careful not to trip and sprawl down it. When I reached the bottom, I embraced Anthony, who handed me my corsage; a single white lily with a few light pink baby's breath around it.
"It's perfect." I smiled, kissing his cheek.
He kissed my forehead, and I remembered something.
"Dad, this is my boyfriend, Anthony Cullen." I said. The two shook hands, and I pulled out my arsenal of 'good boyfriend facts' that I had been rehearsing for three days. "Anthony is a straight A student, captain of the baseball team, and a very good listener." I bragged, making Anthony blush.
My father still gave me his famous 'I'm not too sure of this," look, and I widened my eyes at him, trying to get the message across that I loved Anthony no matter what he thought…though that's exactly what I had said about him, and look how that turned out.
Anthony checked his watch. "We'd better go," he said, "It was lovely to meet you, Mr. McClain. Don't worry, I'll have her home early."
"No hurry," my father said through narrowed eyes, "just keep her safe."
He nodded and ushered me out the door gently, warning me not to trip over the crack in the sidewalk. He held my door open for me, and I slid into the black Mercedes.
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ANPOV
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She. Looked. Gorgeous.
She looked kind of nervous as we drove toward the school, but, other than that…let's just say that I was hurting. She wore a short, slightly lighter than sapphire blue dress with a blue-grey ribbon thing around her middle, and this pair of super sexy high heels- the same shade of blue, but with a two inch heels and straps around the front to hold her feet into the shoes that were embedded with jewels that I thought were real. Her perfect curls cascaded in a bronze waterfall down her shoulders and back, her bangs pinned away. On her ears were good sized hoop earrings, and she wore a silver chain around her neck.
We chatted casually, complimenting one another's outfits, and pulled up to the building. There were five limousines in the parking lot; two white, two black, and one Hummer stretch that was canary yellow and stuck out like a sore thumb. I paid for our tickets and we went in, waiting at the gym door for Chelsie and Chris. They didn't look half bad, either- Chelsie was wearing a long, orange-pink dress that went well with her skin, and heels that matched the dress. Her hair was up, done up into a fancy bun, while Chris wore a suit, of course.
We all headed in, and you'll never guess what song was playing;
Just dance, gonna be okay, da da do do,
Just dance, spin that record, babe, da da do do…
"I hate this song, but everywhere I go, it's playing." I complained.
She smiled. "What's going on on this floor? I love this record baby but I can't see straight anymore…" she sang, purposely off pitch and exaggerated, mocking the song and artist (Lady Gaga…?)
We stood there for a moment, while Chelsie and Chris took immediately to dancing, stealing the occasional kiss. The song faded, and an even more surprising song came on the speakers; a Jonas Brothers song that I think was called 'When You Look Me In The Eyes'. It was slow and sappy, perfect for a slow dance- I pulled Ann Marie into my arms and held her tightly as we began to sway to the music.
When you look me in the eyes, and tell me that you love me,
Everything's all right, when you're right here by my side,
When I hold you in my arms, I know that it's forever,
I just gotta let you know, never wanna let you go…
I leaned down to kiss Ann Marie gently, emotionally; that song may have been written for an obsessive thirteen year old, but it perfectly described how I felt about her. Things went on like that for about two hours, just us dancing and talking and kissing, having fun with our friends and one another. She sang along with 'Love Story' when it came on, attracting the attention of everyone within earshot.
"Hey, Anthony?" she asked, "Can you get me some punch?"
I nodded and headed off through the crowd, between the dancing couples and the mosh pit near the DJ booth to grab a cup of the red fruit punch, hurrying back…apparently, I had missed something. Ann Marie and Tiff, Chad's girlfriend, were staring one another down on the sidelines of the dancing.
"Is there a problem?" I asked.
I was ignored. "Mind telling me exactly what is wrong with my dress?" Ann Marie hissed, her voice acidic and deadly.
"This isn't Vegas, honey!" Tiff spat, "Every girl here is wearing a dress that covers her knees at least, and here you are, showing everything off! I don't know what you thought you were keeping secret, but you've made it blatantly clear that you used to be a stripper!"
Ann Marie looked deeply offended; her eyes watered up, but still, she fought.
"You aren't one to talk!" she yelled, "You come to school every day with all of your non-existent stuff hanging out- news flash, honey, no one wants to see that!"
Tiff huffed and stomped off, but Ann Marie looked about ready to cry.
"Hey, it's okay." I said gently, "She's just jealous that she isn't as gorgeous as you are. She's too envious for you to acknowledge."
She looked up at me, still frowning. We hung out for about another hour before she asked to leave, and I could see why; Tiff was going around and whispering to everyone, pointing at Ann Marie. She struggled to pull her dress down even a little as we left. We made it outside of the external doors before I grabbed her arm, pulling her to a stop.
"Hey," I said, "look at me."
She didn't.
"Look at me."
She huffed and looked cautiously up at me, just as her tears spilled over, running her mascara and leaving black rivers down her perfect face. Thunder cracked, and, out of nowhere, it started to pour.
"Listen to me- Tiff is a witch. Why do you think she's dating Chad? She is just jealous of your beauty, because she doesn't have it. She wishes she were you."
"No, she's right, Anthony! I look cheap!" she cried.
"No, you don't." I told her, "You are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, and I love you. Now, let's get you over to my place to get you cleaned up." I said, ushering her to my car. She settled in, and I reached out to put my keys in the ignition- she caught my hand and leaned in to kiss me deeply, massaging my tongue with her own. I grunted and held her face passionately, sucking on her bottom lip before moving down to kiss her throat, wet form the rain. I didn't realize that I had shifted until I was almost on top of her until she groaned as I massaged her sides. I sat up and ran my right hand through my hair before taking off.
. . .
We pulled up to my house, both of us quiet. She saw the living room light glowing through the rain, and bit her lip.
"Don't worry, no one's home." I said comfortingly, resting my hand on her thigh, "And you do not look like a stripper."
She smiled a small, comforting smile at me, and I gave her my jacket, shielding her as we made haste to the door. We stepped in, removing our shoes and wiping the crystals of water from our hair.
"So," she asked casually, "when can we expect your parents home?"
"Not until tomorrow. They've gone on…a camping trip. Why?"
"No reason."
We stood there for a moment more before I suggested that we go up to my room to dry off and change, a nervous lump in my throat.
"Annabelle won't mind if you borrow some sweats and a t-shirt from her. She has a whole department store in her closet." I smiled as we headed up the stairs. She smiled at me, and I handed her a towel from my bathroom. She began to pull the pins from her hair that were holding her bangs away from her face; I dismissed myself to the bathroom to change.
I closed the door behind me, sighing heavily as I stripped my tux off, changing into some more comfortable basketball shorts and a t-shirt, splashing some cold water on my face. I heard her moving around outside the door.
After a moment, I stepped out…only to see Ann Marie lounging on my bed…
In her underwear.
Yes, she wore nothing but her lacy bra and panties, and her hair was fanned out on one of my pillows. Her mouth was drawn into a tired/casual pout, and her eyes were half lidded. My eyes were wide, my face frozen in shock as she stood and walked up to me.
"Let me make you a man, Anthony." she whispered in my ear.
"W-What?" I asked.
"Let me please you; I want you so badly, I just can't wait anymore. I want this for us." she sighed, pressing her body against mine. After a moment, she spoke again, her voice sweet and innocent; "Let's make love."
I cupped her angel-like face, and there was a sound of thunder as we tangled on the bed.
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A/N- Alright, if you want to see our favorite couple's prom stuff, got to my profile NOW! What are you waiting for? Christmas??
Okay, regarding a few other things: if you swallow an Alka-Seltzer tablet without water (or with for that matter) you will start burping- I don't suggest you try it. Don't ask me why a teacher would be stupid enough to leave a room of teenagers alone- I don't know. Nothing happened between Anthony and Ann Marie while they were in their dual sleeping bag (you know you wanted something to happen) ;)