A/N: WE'RE AT 20! THAT'S A MILESTONE! XD
20) D is for Dance.
POV: Kaylee Cavanaugh.
WORDS: 156.
I never took Tod as someone who would be willing to dance at a party. Maybe if it was just me, him, and our friends, but definitely not in a group of people. He was too used to being off to the side, invisible, to let loose on the dance floor.
So, when I invited him to my prom, I expected to spend the night sitting and talking to him, maybe convincing him into one or two dances. I wasn't that into dancing, anyways. I was happily surprised when he was the one convincing me to get up and dance.
Later that night, he reasoned with me that he had missed his own prom on account of being dead and all, and was glad for the chance at a redo. Plus, he added, he just loved holding me on the dance floor, without a care.
I would remember my prom for the rest of my life.
Definitely not happy with this one, but I couldn't think of any prompt that wasn't, again, Male Genitalia. -.-