Over the next few days leading to the dance, while he still wasn't thrilled about having his mom chaperone, Trevor was looking forward to taking Lucky, and hopefully sharing that dance with her.
During the weekend, Callie wanted to take Trevor shopping for a suit to wear to the dance.
She also wanted to get something for herself to wear as well.
And that's what they did on Saturday.
The only person who seemed disinterested with any of this was Phoebe, who rather be at home doing homework, instead of being dragged to a clothing store, which exactly happened.
In fact, while Callie was eyeing dresses that were bright and colorful, her daughter was the one to pick out clothing that covered basically her entire body.
"Don't bother trying, I knew I wasn't going to win the chaperone war," Trevor whispered, as he was deciding over getting a suit in the same color or mix colored pants and jacket.
After a short time going back and forth, Trevor picked out a black suit, matching shoes, and a greyish button down shirt, while Callie choose a light blue colored spaghetti strapped dress, that had a knee legnth skit a dark blue design on the top, matching wedges in the same shade as the dress and a white cotton shawl, at the advice of Phoebe, as a way to cover up, in case it gets chilly.
As promised to Lucky's father and even at the advice of Callie, Trevor got a haircut the next day.
Just a trim, not wanting to mess up his wavy style that he likes.

Finally, the day of the dance arrived.
During the day, Trevor and Callie spent the all day and into the afternoon getting ready for the event.
Phoebe meanwhile, did her best to stay out of the way, by hiding out in the secret lab that her late grandfather built to get her homework done.
Suddenly, she heard a knock at the door.
Phoebe checked to see who was there.
"For the last time Trevor, you can not take any of my gadgets to impress your friends and Lucky," she said, opening the door.
However, much to Phoebe's relief, it was her friend and classmate Podcast.
They met when Phoebe and her family moved into town and attended the same summer school class together.
Like Phoebe, Podcast was a loner, but the two became instant friends.
"Hey, did I miss something?" Podcast asked.
"Hey, and no, you're just in time.
Let me go grab my bag," said Phoebe.
The two went to the house, and Phoebe rushed in, while Podcast waited by the doorway.
Phoebe headed upstairs to her room for her overnight bag and laptop computer.
On her way, she passed her mom's room, where Callie was in the middle of fixing her hair and putting her earrings on.
"Going to Podcast house," Phoebe called out to Callie.
"Have a great time.
If you need me, just called my phone at the dance.
Love you," Callie called out, poking her head out the door.
"You to."
Just then, Trevor came out of the bathroom, with pieces of toilet paper on his face.
"Did you shave?" Callie asked her son.
"Maybe," Trevor replied with a sheepish smile on his face.

Once she grabbed her bike, Phoebe and Podcast headed down the driveway.
"Thank again for inviting me to your place for the night.
I'm getting really sick and tired of all this dance related nonscence," she said.
"Hey no problem.
Glad we don't have to worry about that stuff," spoke Podcast.
"Say, do you suppose that's going to be us by the time we get to high school?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, talking about dating, school dances, not so much focusing on homework, studying."
"Does that my show as well?"
"Could be a possibility."
Phoebe and Podcast looked at one another, then shook their heads as they said, "Naw," as they rode their bikes to his house.

A short time later, Callie had just finished getting ready, when she heard a knock at the door.
"Coming," she called out, while heading downstairs.
When Callie opened the door, Gary was standing there, dressed in khakis, with a light blue button down shirt that was tucked in, a dark blue blazer and convers high-tops.
"Wow, you look unbelievable.
In a great way," said Gary.
"Thanks.
You clean up nicely yourself," said Callie.
The two of them shared a kiss when they heard a voice.
"Seriously?
Right in front of me?
I guess then it's better to do it now than in front of my friends," said Trevor, as he made his way down the stairs.
"No, I'm actually going to take the baby pictures," laughed Callie.
"NO!"
"Relax, I was joking."
Callie went up to her son and said as she gave him a hug, "I can't believe how handsome you look.
But I still see you as my little boy, who always wore his footie pjs, carrying his blankie and teddy bear."
"I gotta go pick up Lucky," said Trevor, as he broke away from his mom's grip, and headed for the door.

On his way to pick up Lucky, Trevor made a pit stop at the local floral shop.
When he arrived at her house, Trevor got out of the ectomoblie, headed up the walkway, and rang the door.
Trevor took a deep breath as the front door slowly opened and standing before him wasn't Lucky but her father, dressed in his officer's uniform.
"Good evening officer Domingo," said Trevor, doing his best to stay cool.
"And a good evening to you Trevor.
Nice suit, proper haircut.
I approve."
"Thank you sir."
"Now remember what I've said to you."
"Yes, have her home by midnight."
"You're a good listener."
"Dad, is that Trevor you're talking to?" Lucky called out.
At that moment, she appeared, wearing a black dress, with the skirt slightly above the knee, a matching small black jacket, covering the dress's spaghetti straps and black ballet flats.
"Wow, you looking great," spoke Trevor.
"Thank you.
You look pretty great yourself," spoke Lucky.
"I got this for you."
Trevor handed a see-through box to Lucky.
Inside the box was a light pink flower wrist coursage.
"Trevor, you shouldn't have.
Really, you didn't have to," Lucky whispered to him.
"I want to make a good impression on your dad," Trevor whispered back.
"Good point."
Trevor took the coursage out of the box and placed it onto Lucky's wrist.
"Before you two head off to the dance, do you mind posing for a picture?" asked officer Domingo, who took his cellphone out of his pocket.
Lucky and Trevor stood in front of the ectomobile to have their photo taken.
"A little space please," said officer Domingo, indicating to Trevor, who in the sheriff's eyes was too close to Lucky.
"Dad," spoke Lucky.
"OK ok, put that arm away."
Trevor removed his arm, which was draped over Lucky's shoulders.
After taking the photo, officer Domingo said, "Have a wonderful time.
And have her home by midnight."
"Love you dad.
I'll see you then," Lucky called out, as Trevor helped her into the car, before climbing in himself and driving off to the dance.