Dream's POV

"So anyone ask you to prom?" I asked. "I know that I always get a few unwanted proposals for dances." George gulped. The two of us were sitting on my floor studying for an upcoming test next week.

"No, but I have a feeling that this girl in my class might try. She's well... Clingy. I just don't want to have to turn her down." I nodded and smiled at him.

"Are you even going?" I asked, he looked at me and took a deep breath.

"I wanted to. So I might just go with a few friends." I nodded, there wasn't a junior prom this year, and by that, I was really disappointed. He changed the subject back to our studies and I didn't push him any further than that.

I was dazed. I watched him from the other side of the book. The soft curve of his jaw, the way his eyes had a downcast as he stared at the book before him. I couldn't stop the butterflies fluttering around in my stomach. And in the back part of my mind, I imagine him asking me to the prom. A senior and a junior. Me. If he could just ask me all of my fantasies and hints would have paid off. But as much as I loved George... He could be dense.

"Hey," I caught his attention again. "You should go. It's your senior year, don't miss out on prom..." I did want him to go, even if it wasn't with me.I didn't want him to miss out. George smiled at me.

"If you say so," he looked to the ground, pink creeping its way onto his cheeks.

I wish I could describe the look on George's face perfectly. It was uncomfortable and happy. But his smile looked false like it was plastered on to hide how he was really feeling. I could almost see it: the fraction of George that didn't want to go to the prom. I stared as a girl he didn't know hung on George. Her arm resting on his shoulder. I figured she was in the senior class, maybe it was that girl who George said he didn't want to go to prom. A part of myself broke, I wanted nothing more than to go to prom with George. I wanted the photos, the themes, matching suits. I wanted all of it, not caring how cliche it all sounded.

People were applauding them. Giving them whoops and cheers. The girl had made the prom proposal in the middle of the hall. Dream figured she had to be popular. The amount of people swording her. Then it dawned on him. He had seen her face all over the halls, her face plastered on a prom Queen Campaigns.

"Why didn't you tell me she was nominated for prom queen?? A super well-known girl like her asked out you?" I was only half-joking. George rolled his eyes and looked at me. His eyes resting on my face, it made my heart soar.

"Did you know her?" He asked rolling his eyes. I scoffed.

"Well no... But I'm guessing she's popular in your grade right?" George sighed.

"Yeah, she is. And don't get me wrong she is nice but... I don't know. I'm flattered and happy but I don't know if I'm happy because she asked me or because I was asked." I smiled at him.

"Do you think she's cute?" He nodded cautiously. "Do you think she's funny?" He nodded again. "Then go for it. She asked you to the dance it's not a marriage. It will just be a first date so act like it. Get to know her, dance with her, laugh with her." It pained me to speak. To sit here and give him advice for the one thing I didn't want him to do. I smiled at him regardless.

"Right. Of course. It's just a first date. I've done that before." George nodded taking in a hitched breath. We were in the middle of a store that I didn't know the name of looking through different styles of suits. He grabbed a black suit off the rack and added it to his pile. His mother offered to help but he asked me instead, wanting good insight. His mother said to at least capture the moment for her. So I was jokingly taking random pictures of him throughout the day. He was annoyed but had gotten used to it as time went on.

I looked down at the picture I had taken. His face was calm and determined as he reached for the suit on the rack. His arm outstretched and I had caught an amazing view of his side profile. I smiled. Keeping that one.

"Imma go try these on. Sit out here and wait." I nodded; I sat down on the bench and scrolled through the photos I had taken of him. A smile stretched my face. I looked up when I heard the curtain open.

"What do you think?" His British accent thick when he spoke. He always got more British when he was nervous.

"Hm, let me see the others first. Put that one in the maybe pile first." He nodded and went back into the changing room. Soon enough it felt like we went through the whole store. Trying on every single style there was. Finally, the lean boy came out with a deep navy blue suit. He adjusted his black tie and made sure his sleeves were cuffed properly. I couldn't even speak. He looked more than perfect.

"Amazing. You look amazing." He grinned.

"You think?" He asked shyly.

"Yeah." I stammered. "That's the one. You look..." Beautiful. Handsome. Extravagant. Heavenly. "Nice. You look nice." George beamed. We bought the suit and were on our way.

I stood in his room. Watching him from behind as he ran his fingers through his hair. "Ugh I can't get it," he groaned. Tonight was the night of prom. I had come over to help him get ready knowing that he would be too anxious to do so himself.

"Let me." I took the comb from his dresser and went to stand in front of him. I was inches from his face and could smell the aftershave on his neck. My breath hitched. So many sleepovers when I would wake up to him with slight stubble on his jaw and neck. I weirdly loved his stubble but loved the smell of his aftershave too. Either way, it was a win for me.

George stood there. Letting me run the comb through his hair and part it to one side. I could feel his eyes on me. The tension between us thick. I could feel his heavy breath on me and it made me melt. My heart racing. His eyes lingered on my lips but I trudged on calmly.

"You look amazing George," I said pulling away stepping back a few feet to see the full effect. When I saw him that's when I fully realized it.

I wanted him.

All to my own. Even though it was incredibly selfish I wanted him to myself. I wanted to hold him, kiss him, make him smile.

"Thank you,"

We both raced down the stairs when it was around five-thirty. Neither of the pair had a car, so I offered to drive them. We raced to her house, George a mess in the passenger seat. I followed him into the house and waited. I stood by the girl's mother and introduced myself. Confirming that I was George's best friend and his driver. She giggled and held her camera steadily.

The girl walked down the stairs. Stepping gracefully and I could see how George tensed when he saw her. Her sheer baby blue dress was lathered in sparkles and layers.

"George," she breathed out, drinking him in. George shakily took the girl's hand, she didn't seem to mind. While sliding the corsage onto her wrist and she pinned a blue flower onto his jacket.

"You look amazing." I stood awkwardly while they took pictures. George latching eyes with me. Every time he did the girl's mother would softly comment. "Eyes at the camera darling." He would respond with an apology and smile and then would easily wrap his arms around the tall girl's waist.

George said he'd call me when they were getting towards the end of the dance. Then I could come and get them. For the time being, I turned on Netflix and ordered a pizza. I sprang up and grabbed my wallet when I heard the doorbell ring.

I stood face to face with George.

"I know where the key is but walking in would've been much less romantic." I stared at him in disbelief. Words trying to claw their way out but I stood there silent.

"What are you doing?" I asked looking around. Trying to see if this was a joke or not. He smiled.

"I couldn't do it. I turned her down..."

"AT THE PROM?" I whisper screamed. I didn't know why, but I felt like this was a joke.

"She was okay with it. She said she could see why."

"What do you mean," George walked up the front porch steps. He smiled at me and I felt like my knees could buckle beneath me.

"Dream." He grabbed my hands. "I'm going to do what I wanted to do in the first place. Will you go to Prom with me?" I didn't know what to say and I saw his smile falter. "Dream? Please say something..." I searched his eyes and smashed my lips against his. Doing what I had wanted to do for so long. I seized the moment and tangled my fingers through his hair. He cupped my jaw and moved his lips in perfect sync with my own.

We pulled apart when he heard a cough interject. I stared at him snickering under my breath. The college boy stood there with a pizza.

"Uhh, 15.40 right?" I gave him a large tip.