So, I decided to give you a semi-short chapter devoted completely to Prom. I know some of you had complained during ATCR that sometimes events get blurred together into one chapter. So, I opted to give you a chapter completely about Prom. Next chap should be Graduation. I believe. Haven't written it yet, so I don't actually know. And for anyone who cares, majority of this chapter is based off of my own Prom this past year as well as how I wish Prom would have gone. The theme was Hollywood and the song was All My Life. I originally didn't want to put it on their CD's because it's a past 'our song' of mine and it was a bit of sore subject for me and said ex at Prom, who was a complete dult and didn't realize what the song was. Stupid boys. Grr. I want a Shane. Or a Jason. Maybe a Nate. Okay, ramble over. Enjoy the short random chapter.


Chapter 12: Prom!

You'd be surprised what an ultimatum can do. Suddenly Shane told me everything that was going on with the tour. They'd be going to Europe for 6 months, due to the possibility of traveling into Asia as well. They were going to be home for 3 weeks during Christmas and New Years, which was another reason. They wouldn't be home for Valentine's Day, however, due to a special 'love song free for all' as Nate referred to it, in London. A special show showcasing their love songs. They promised to try to webcam the show to us. They would be home after that, though, unless by some miracle they managed to not leave until September. Shane said he was still fighting with them, but the venues wouldn't budge unless they had a better reason then 'I want Mitchie.'

But, that was the least of my worries at the time. I was freaking out about Prom. The guys had assured us they got their tuxes and Mom made sure they matched our dresses and everything, but it was still nerve wracking. The guys seemed just as nervous, having never been to Prom either. Jason kept laughing at them. Anastasia kept telling us we were overrating Prom. She went to her Junior Prom and, apparently, it sucked. Since Jason wasn't there anyway, and at the time neither was she, Anastasia forwent her own Senior Prom.

My high school was one of the few in the area to not hold Junior Proms. Aside from the fact that we would have missed it anyway. Ironically, or maybe because Sierra was on the committee and my peers are buttheads, the theme was Hollywood. Shane and Nate found this hilarious, and Caitlyn and I found this disheartening. But we were going to make the best out of Prom.

The day of Prom, we were allowed to leave at 12:00 instead of the normal half-day time of 12:30. Apparently, a single half hour makes a world of a difference. Insert eye roll. Anyway, Mom picked us up from school and drove us to get our nails and hair done. Not something we would normally do, but Mom couldn't do both of us and the guys were paying for it. They tried paying for our dresses but we eventually managed to get them to stop.

Caitlyn's hair was pulled back in twists and then placed in one of those big curly buns. I however, went for a bit of a new look. I had my bangs cut so they now were side swept. Then my hair was pulled up into a tight twist… thing.

When we came down the stairs, hours later with Sierra in tow, we stopped short. All three guys -Shane, Nate, and Craig, were wearing top hats. I smiled at Shane and Nate for including Craig. They were amazing. Jason and Anastasia stood with my parents, as well as Caitlyn's, Sierra's, and Craig's. Craig younger sister was there as well and kept staring at the guys, to which Jason kept looking nervously back at her.

"Wow." Nate and Shane said together.

"For song writers, you boys sure have a limited vocabulary." Anastasia teased. "Do you know any other words to describe your girlfriends?"

Shane never took his eyes off of me. "Amazing-"

Nate cut him off. "Beautiful-"

"Captivating-"

"Dazzling-"

"Enchanting-"

"Okay!" She interrupted them. "I think we all know our ABC's."

"You look amazing, too, Sierra." Nate comment, as she stood nervously next to a slack jawed Craig, who had yet to speak.

"Y-yeah. Wow." He finally spoke.

We laughed. "Okay, pictures!" Mom cried, shoving us into pictures. After all of the 'prom' pictures were taken, Mom made sure to take a picture of the six of us. Jason borrowed Craig's top hat, and the guys posed. Then with a shawl over her shoulders, Anastasia did the same with Caitlyn and I. Then the six of us took one big goofing off picture.

"I'm giving these to Stacey." Mom commented, mentioning the boys' press manager. "Someone will definitely want these. You all look so cute."

"Wow, Mom, way to ruin the night." I said teasingly.

"Actually, Momma T-" Nate said. "Comso will get them. They were the only ones to get the pictures from Mitchie's birthday."

"Oh that reminds me!" I smacked my forehead lightly. "I'm missing something."

"What?" Shane and Caitlyn asked. I didn't answer them. I patted Shane's chest, watch his eyes brighten. Everyone else looked at me oddly. I felt the small object I was looking for and fished out the chain from under his shirt. He laughed and took it off, slipping the ring into my hands.

"My engagement ring. That's what." I heard some of the parent's jaws drop.

"You sure?" Shane asked.

"Positive. I should have had it on during the pictures." I said.

He kissed me softly. "Love you."

"Love you, too."

"Okay, you guys are going to be late for the Promenade!" Mom said shooing us out of the house. As we all piled into the limo, we set off to the Promenade. Our high school always did a 'red carpet' type of thing up at the high school prior to the actual Prom. Everyone went up to see the Prom goers all dressed up. It was fun.

"You are so wearing these at our wedding." I said running my fingers across the brim of Shane's hat.

"Jason'll be happy." Nate commented.

"Wedding?" Shane quirked an eyebrow. "I thought we weren't thinking about it yet?"

I smiled at him. "What's the point of being engaged if I can't think about my wedding?" He smiled brightly and kissed me.

"Ah. We're here." Caitlyn cried excitedly. They guys piled out first, causing a stir of emotion. As each one of us girl climbed out, our date's hand helped us. We knew there was paparazzi lurking about as well, but we'd requested to all of the major magazines that they be discrete. This was a Prom and there were other kids there as well.

After walking through and having most of our teachers stop us and take pictures as well as other people's parents, we finally made our way back into the limo.

Prom itself was incredible. While we stood in line for our prom pictures, we talked to Craig's friends, who were either dateless or their girlfriend had no idea who our boyfriends were. It was nice. We were sitting at a table with them as well. Shane and I took a nice picture with my left hand laying against his chest. If you looked close enough, you could see my ring sparkling.

We spent the night dancing and laughing. When the girls and I came back from the bathroom, however, Rosie had Shane cornered while one of her friends was trapping Nate. We watched bemused listening to the conversations. Shane was rolling his eyes, and kept pushing her hands off of him. Nate kept jumping away from the girl and eventually hit a wall.

"You can do so much better than Mitchie." She sneered. "You could have me."

"Please. She's like a thousand times better than you." Shane laughed.

Meanwhile, Nate was begging the girl to leave him alone. "Please? Please? I'll give you an autograph if you leave me alone? Shane!" He cried out at one point.

I rolled my eyes. "Hey, Rosie, mind backing off of my fiancé?" I asked smirking.

"Ha. Yeah, right. Like he'd propose to you." I held up my sparkling finger for her to see. "No way." She gasped taking a closer look at my hand. Her friend abandoned Nate to look at my ring as well. Shane was standing behind them smiling brightly as I smiled back. I shrugged and mouthed 'It was time.'

"'Scuse me, ladies." he pushed Rosie and her friend aside, and pulled me out on to the dance floor.

The DJ for the night came on a little while later, announcing the Prom King and Queen. Rosie and her boyfriend won, of course. The DJ made a joke about all the votes for Shane and Nate at the bottom of the sheets weren't counted. They blushed ever so slightly as most of the girls in the room whined.

The one of the final songs made us all laugh. "Well, this might be a bit awkward." The DJ teased. "Here's a request by a friend for two of the couples out there."

Our mouths dropped as we turned to Sierra. "Sierra!" I gasped. "You did this!"

She smiled. "Maybe. And the fact that I love this song…" I smiled as I heard Nate and Shane's voices singing When You Look Me In The Eyes. "I had wanted to make our Prom song…" She teased.

Caitlyn and Nate got lost in their own world, and pretty soon, Shane and I were as well. Shane sang to me softly, and I was pretty sure Nate was as well. All the couples around us were smiling and singing along as well.

"I love you." Shane whispered against my lips as the song ended. I kissed him and smiled into.

"I love you, too."

"And now… your official Class of 2010 Prom Song. We're going old school." The DJ announced as Kci and Jojo's All My Life started playing.

Once again everyone was singing along at the top of their lungs, even Shane, Nate, Caitlyn and I. It was a beautiful song and definitely fit us.

As the song began to fade, we were all singing loudly. "And all my life, I prayed for someone like you, and I, thank god that I… That I finally found you…"

We laughed as the song came to an end. "I can't believe neither of us put that on our CDs." I laughed.

"Yeah, well. I was leaning away from the clichés." He replied.

"Of course." I teased. "I just forgot about it."

"Alright, time to go, people." One of our advisors said taking the mic from the DJ. "Be safe, and remember, if you are going to drink that it is against the law and to please not drive."

As we filled out and to the limo, Shane draped his arm over my shoulders. I shivered slightly as the temperature dropped. We climbed into the limo and spent most of the ride in a comfortable silence, with all of us laying or leaning against our dates.

After we dropped Sierra and Craig off at Sierra's, Shane leaned in conspiringly.

"Well… do you want to get unprom-ed or just head down the shore now?" He asked Caitlyn and I.

"What?" We asked, sharing confused looks.

"What? Prom weekend." Nate answered, trying to smile innocently. "Come on. We had to do this right."

We laughed. "We don't have clothes or anything, so we have to stop at the house first." Caitlyn reasoned.

"Ha. No you don't. The only reason you need to stop at the house is if you want to get out of your dresses." Nate explained.

"I have no objection to helping." Shane teased.

"Screw it." I decided. "Let's just go. Mom and Dad know, right?"

Shane gasped. "Of course!" I smiled at him.

Best thing about living in New Jersey? There were so many shore towns to choose from to spend Prom Weekend at. Hours later when we finally pulled up to a small beach house, slightly secluded, we realized the lights were on.

"Who's here?" I asked as we climbed out. The boys smirked at us and Anastasia and Jason came running out of the house.

"Sup?" Anastasia said casually before hugging us to death. "So, this is going to be awesome!"

"Can we please get out of these dresses? It's like 2 am and I want out of the poof." I complained. Shane grinned and led me into the house. As we climbed the stairs, he led us into what I'm assuming was our room for the weekend. There was only one room up here and the bathroom.

"How did we rate the top room?" I asked curiously as he shut the door behind us.

"Rock, paper, scissors with Nate and Stas." He said completely serious. "You're fiancé happens to kick ass at it."

I smiled at him. "Unzip me, fiancé." I requested. He did so with slow shaky fingers. "Just think, next time you help me out of my dress you'll be getting laid after." I teased.

He smirked against my skin as he pressed his lips into the back of my shoulder. "Tease." He mumbled. I held the front of my dress while he finished. "You aren't wearing a bra, are you?" He asked, voice suddenly strained.

I smiled. "Sorry. Turn around. Better yet, give me a shirt or bra or something."

He tossed me my bra, though I don't know from where. I heard him groan as my dress dropped.

"Shirt?" He threw me his t-shirt I always slept in. "Kay, let's go." I started for the door.

"Pants?" He asked holding a pair of my pajama pants.

I shrugged. "If you really want me to…" I said pulling them on.

"Evil. Pure evil." He said as we headed down stairs.

I merely giggled in reply.


Now Bree is wishing she'd went with Shane or Jason to Prom and that her Prom song could have been Jonas Brothers.