"You look amazing, like always. He's gonna flip." the other girl assured her, and Dawn sighed.
"He sees me every day, this is nothing different."
Mia laughed, "Whatever you say. Come on, before they leave without us."
"Knowing Jag," Angela said, "He would leave us stranded here."
"Us maybe. Not you."
Angela rolled her eyes as they left the room and stood at the top of the stairs. "You guys ready?"
"We have been for an HOUR." Was Ian's annoyed reply, but the excitement was unhideable. The girls laughed and started down, one by one. And, one by one, the boys' jaws dropped, and various forms of "Wow" were uttered by one and all--except for Spike. He stared at Dawn, eyeing her hungrily from head to toe as she stood on the steps, returning the gaze as she took in the tux, the unbuttoned shirt, and the slightly messy hair that was curly and un-gelled.
"You..." She started, but could find no words, "I mean..."
"She means you look just about edible." Mia chimed in from the group of waiting couples who had been watching the exchange from the foot of the stairs.
"You look..." Spike smiled, "Well, edible."
"Not literally, I hope." Jag said, recieving groans in response to the lame joke, and in turn breaking the spell of speechlessness between Dawn and Spike.
"Ready to go?" Dawn asked softly, descending the last of the steps and taking Spike's arm.
"You sure we can't just stay in?" He asked, his whining back in full force.
"Yes, I'm sure." She laughed, but stopped him as they all left the house, while the others went towards the limo, "I never did really thank you for saying yes and taking me to the prom." She said, then stood on tip toe to kiss him softly on the mouth, "I'll finish thanking you later."
Spike was speechless again as she led him to the limo by the hand.
