"Voila!" Jo exclaimed with pride as she unveiled the dresses she had made for herself and me for Prom. They were beautiful. Jo's dress was an elegant short dress with a sash of black satin that shine like midnight, a jeweled pin shimmering like the stars. Mine was a backless vivid scarlet dress, which would flare into a wide ruffled train at my calves, and a neckline that would plunge to my waist.
"Jo! They're beautiful! Thank you so much!" I screamed and hugged her tight. She had spent the past six month working on these dresses. I can see that all her hard work paid off. She was definitely going to make Alan's heart stop beating when he saw her. I hoped I managed to stun Austin. Don't get me wrong, the dress was beautiful, but I was afraid that I might ruin it. Austin was a Hollywood boy, he was used to gorgeous Paris Hilton types with really short dresses. What if he didn't like it?
"Stop worrying, you'll get frown lines. I know you'll look great. Trust me, when Austin sees you in this, he's going to have to take a cold shower or two tonight," she said, with a wink. Uh, thanks Jo, I really didn't need to know that.
It was ten in the morning. We had eight more hours to go before the Prom started. Our plans for today were:
10:30am – 11:30am: To the spa
11:30am – 12pm: Lunch
12pm – 1pm: Waxing (ouch)
1pm – 2:30pm: A relaxing Chinese massage and acupuncture (double ouch. But it was rather soothing)
3pm – 3:30pm: Change into our dresses and admire ourselves
3:30 – 6:15pm: Hair, make-up, beautifying
6:15pm: Wait at the door for our dates to arrive. Note: Don't look too anxious & nervous when they arrive.
I had paparazzi and Austin's fans following me everywhere. Although you couldn't tell how I looked like from the pictures the media got of Austin, there was this thing called Facebook and Twitter, and people started stalking me. Some people photoshopped me into a headless ghost, some drew devil horns and fangs on my face, and so on and so forth. Whatever.
"Wow, you're practically a celebrity! How does it feel like to be Austin Moon's girlfriend?" Jo asked, holding her fist close to her mouth as if it were a microphone, pretending to interview me.
"No comment," I said with a giggle.
"Wow, you're getting good at this!" she remarked.
The paps and fans would scream their questions at me. I just ignored them, or waved to them, but I would occasionally answer their questions if they did me no harm, like:
"What's your favorite kind of rainbow?" "A rainbow."
"What would you do if a hobo approached you on the streets and offered you a banana?" "Eat it."
"Strawberries or carrots?" "Both, I wouldn't want to discriminate." I've mastered the art of lying to the media, thanks to Master Austin Moon.
"They wanna know know know your name name name, they want the girl girl girl with game game game…" My alarm went off. It was 6:15pm. Jo gave me a smirk. "I knew you liked Austin's music," she teased.
"What…? No, he changed it when I wasn't looking! And I haven't the slightest clue on how to change it back!" I defended myself. The truth is, I found out how to change it two days ago, but I figured that I should keep it, so that Austin's voice would be the first thing I heard when I woke up. Cheesy, I know.
We were at Jo's house. It wouldn't be practical for me to be at my house, considering that I lived with Austin. Imagine him having to walk out and into the house just to pick me up for Prom. That would be really weird. And it wasn't traditional. I'm a traditional person.
"Ding dong!" The doorbell rang. Jo and I raced each other to the door. I won, and looked through the peephole.
"It's Austin and Alan!" I exclaimed.
"Alan DiGenerous, the talk show host?" Jo asked, obviously not thinking straight.
"No, Alan Rowsman, your boyfriend!" I practically screamed at her. She nodded in realization.
"One… Two… Three."
On three, I opened the door to reveal two slightly disheveled men in tuxedos. I smiled at Austin and he smiled back.
"You wouldn't believe all the trouble we had to go through to get to your front door. There's so much paparazzi and so many Moonbeams outside, Austin had to wear a mask!" Alan said, heaving a sigh of relief.
Austin held up the mask in his hand. It was those kind of scary Chinese opera masks. I would probably have freaked out if he wore that in the middle of the night.
"Can I leave this here? I really don't want to bring this ugly thing to Prom," Austin complained. Jo nodded and he placed it at the table near the door.
"Shall we?" Austin asked me, holding up his arm. I grinned and linked my arm with his.
"We shall."
When we entered the hotel ballroom where the prom was held, the professional photographer asked the six of us (we met Trish and Dez on the way into the hotel) to gather for a group picture. We posed, with Austin hugging me tightly with his arms around my waist. We ordered a copy of the photograph each. It was a really sweet shot. Alan was hugging Jo from behind, and Trish and Dez were blowing flying kisses to each other.
We finally found our table. Thank goodness it was only the six of us at the table. Otherwise, it could have been one of Austin's fans. That'd be awkward.
Dinner was finally served. The food here was scrumptious. The courses were entirely Chinese (the Prof went to Hong Kong and China last year, and has been infatuated with its food and culture ever since). I don't usually eat Chinese food, but it was so good! There was rice, of course. Oh, fragrant rice. Call me weird, but I like eating plain rice. There's just something about it that makes me crave it more. There were crispy beef noodles as well. There was the "four-meat platter" as well, with roast chicken, roast duck, and two types of roast pork. MEAT. I LOVE MEAT. They also served a sea bass (Who even serves fish at a prom? Everyone's breaths is going to reek), and some kind of green vegetable, which nobody touched except for Trish, who was currently on a veggie diet. For desert, we had mango pudding and banana splits. Mmm mangoes.
For some strange unknown reason, Dez poured all the leftovers in his pants. And you wanna know what was even stranger? That made Trish even more attracted to him. I know Dez is hot and all, but he's the quirkiest guy I've ever met.
I excused myself from the table as I went to the bathroom to wash up and re-apply my lipstick. I looked at my teeth in the mirror. They were smudged with chocolate sauce from the banana split. Eww that was so not Prom-material. I rinsed my mouth with water, and my teeth were finally clean again. Contented, I took a piece of tissue to dry my lips, and took out my lipstick to apply it on my lips.
"OH MY GOD YOU'RE ALLY DAWSON!" a girl screamed from behind. I jumped out of shock and turned around.
"Uh yes, I'm aware of that…?" I said unsurely. I didn't know who the heck she was, which was weird, because I knew every single person at Hayboom High. She was probably one of Austin's fans who had snuck into prom to catch a glimpse of her idol.
"I love you! You and Austin are so cute together! Could you sign this for me?" she exclaimed, holding out a picture of me and Austin that I had taken with my phone and never uploaded anywhere, and a marker.
"Where'd you get this picture from?" I asked.
"From the Austin Moon merchandise store! They're selling loads of Auslly things right now," she explained.
Oh.
Wait, did this girl just ask me for an autograph? Alright, let me recall how Hannah Montana did it. Oh yeah, the first step is to ask the person their name.
"What's your name?"
"Angela Marie Bianca Robertson, but some people call me Angie."
"What would you like me to call you?"
"Angie's fine."
Alright. So I wrote:
TO ANGIE:
ROCK ON!
LOVE, ALLY DAWSON
I signed the autograph I had been practicing for years. Who would have thought I would ever have to use it? Whoa.
I handed the picture back to her. She hugged me and thanked me profusely. She asked me if I could let her meet Austin, but I told her that this was a private event, and she should just head home. She's a nice girl, not like those crazy sluts who wore bikini tops with short shorts and followed Austin around, thinking that their sexy outfits would catch his attention. Well, they would, but he only had eyes for me, right?
I walked back to the table and relayed the entire bathroom incident to my friends. They couldn't stop laughing, especially Austin.
The dance floor was finally open, and Austin asked me to dance with him. I accepted, of course. We danced and jumped up and down like crazy maniacs during fast-paced songs, and hung on to each other during the slow songs.
"You know, I wrote a song. Well, I write loads of songs, but I wrote one that maybe you would like to include in your next album or something. It's a ballad," I told Austin.
"That's great! Let's hear it."
"Not now, we're still dancing."
"Right. Let me hear it tonight, after we consummate our love," Austin said with a seductive smirk.
I smacked him on the shoulder playfully and buried my head in his chest.
"Alright, all. This is the last song of the night! Here's All About Us by He Is We and Owl City!" announced the DJ.
The music started to play. The couples around us started dancing, but Austin and I just hugged and swayed to the music, staring into each other's eyes. I loved the feeling of eternal bliss I got whenever Austin stared into my eyes. It made me feel loved, and I felt invincible.
"Do you hear that love, they're playing our song!" I sang to Austin, imitating the song.
"Do you think we're ready? Oh I'm really feeling it," Austin sang back. We laughed and hugged each other.
"You have an amazing voice, Ally," he told me in a soft whisper.
"So do you," I stated the obvious.
"Of course I do, I'm Austin Moon, the greatest singer, actor and dancer of his generation!" Austin boasted with a smirk on his face. I remember the times when all I wanted to do was wipe that stupid smirk off his face. Now, his smirk was one of the things that made him beautiful to me.
The song finally ended. Austin's hands travelled up from my waist to my cheeks, caressing them as he connected his lips with mine. I kissed back. This kiss was slow and passionate, and we took our own sweet time to express our feelings for each other with our lips. We pulled apart and leaned our foreheads against each other.
I love Prom.
The Prom King and Prom Queen were announced. Austin was Prom King (no surprise there), and the big surprise came when I was crowned Prom Queen. I wasn't even nominated! Apparently, people voted for me after the whole Austin incident. I thought they were all after my head. I guess I was wrong. We shared a brief kiss onstage, and had our dance. After that, the Prom wrapped up, and we headed home.
Life is PERFECT.
A/N: This is the second-last chapter! I hope you liked this one as much as I did! Review/comments/suggestions/ criticism please! :D
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