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Lizzie stared at the reflection. Perfect spiral tendrils hung in sections around her face. The French twist at the back of her head seemed to be sprouting beautiful blonde curls all secured for the night. A light coating of glitter made it just enough to shimmer.
She scrutinized herself as she turned to see herself in the dress from all angles. She and her mother had done an amazing job picking out the dress. The red material clung in all the right places, a long slit up the side revealed not only her cute black platform sandals but her shapely legs. The spaghetti straps led to a scooped neckline. Her elbow length gloves were and exact match in color and an elegant touch.
She tossed her lipstick into her purse and stood up. She had to get out of the room and move. Energy was building up inside her. She carefully crossed the hallway and started down the stairs.
'Don't let me fall, please, not in these shoes,' she begged silently, starting down the staircase.
She hadn't even wobbled when she was halfway down the stairs and several rings of the door bell startled her and she quickly grabbed the banister. She straightened herself quickly and smiled as Sam opened the door to reveal Ethan.
Because the dance wasn't as formal as Prom, the guys weren't required to wear tuxedos, but they did have to dress nicely, and Ethan didn't disappoint. He was wearing navy slacks with a white button up shirt. In his hand he held a beautiful rose corsage. His eyes traveled up the stairs, landing on Lizzie. "Wow," he breathed softly.
"Wow yourself," she smiled, stepping off the stairs and standing across from him.
Sam and the room seemed to have disappeared, all that was left was her and Ethan. He smiled as he opened the box then slid band of the corsage around her wrist. The spell was broken by the sudden flash.
Lizzie blinked and turned toward Jo with a camera. She gave Ethan a regretful look. "Ethan these are my parents, Jo and Sam. Mom, Dad, this is Ethan."
"Yo Mr. and Mrs. McGuire, totally cool that you're letting me take your daughter to the dance. We'll have a great time, and you won't even notice she's gone."
Lizzie moaned inwardly. Yo? Did he have to say yo?
Sam looked over the young man before him but before he could begin a stream of question, Jo snapped another picture. "Aw, honey, stand next to him and smile."
Picture after picture was taken. Lizzie glanced up at Ethan who was trying to blink away the bright flash. "Don't worry," she stated softly. "She has to run out of film soon."
When the film finally began to rewind, Lizzie went thought he usual curfew deal with her parents then looped her arm through Ethan's and walked with him to the car.
After climbing inside, she buckled he seatbelt and glanced over at Ethan. His profile outlined against the night sky. Lizzie smiled, she was happy, he'd promised her this was going to be a fun night.
As he pulled out of her driveway, she felt a nagging sense at the back of her mind. Gordo. Would he be there? Would he talk to her? Would he have a date?
A hand closed tightly upon her own. She looked over at Ethan and smiled again. Gordo didn't matter, Ethan did.
She felt his fingers tighten, his hand was large and almost covered hers.
"What are you doing?" he laughed as they stopped at light. "Why are you staring at my hand?"
Lizzie laughed, slightly embarrassed. "They're just big."
Ethan brought her hand to his lips and kissed it lightly. "You notice weird things, Lizzie."
"Is that a bad thing?" she challenged, a smile playing on her lips.
***
Gordo climbed out of his car, this was it. He was going to pick up Kate. He adjusted the cuffs of his light blue shirt and dusted off imaginary dust from his pants. This was it. He smiled and picked up the flower, he hoped she'd like the delicate pink rose.
He walked up to the stairs and rang the bell. A man answered the door then led him inside, they talked for several minutes, and Gordo was grateful to find a clock behind Kate's father's head so he didn't keep checking his watch. Finally, he heard footsteps on the stairs, and Kate began her decent.
Gordo felt his breath catch in his throat. She looked wonderful. The dress was a a shimmering white, sleeveless, with strings that wrapped around her neck and formed a V in the center of her dress.
"Hi," he stated softly, pulling the flower from its box.
Kate held out her wrist and met his eyes as he slid it on. They posed for several pictures, then Kate announced she was leaving and lead the way to Gordo's car. As he started the car, he couldn't help but sneak glances at her.
She looked so innocent and friendly.
"Can you get the car started?" she asked.
He finally stuck the key in the ignition then started the car. He started to drive towards school. He racked his brain for something to say, but she was Kate. What could he possibly say to interest her? A question burned in his mind though. Why had she asked him? As he pulled the car to a stop at a red light, he glanced over at her. "Kate?"
"Yes?"
"Why me?"
"What?"
"Why did you pick me?" he repeated.
She was silent, he hated silences. They were never good. "Because, you're Gordo."
"And?"
Once again, she fell silent. Gordo had pulled into the school parking lot and now turned to face her.
"And?" he prompted again.
"You're different than other guys," she reasoned. "And I'm sick of other guys."
She reached for the door handle and climbed out. Gordo realized that the conversation was over, but he still felt like the question hadn't been answered. He quickly climbed out and locked the doors.
Kate smiled as she stood beside him. "Are you ready?"
He picked up her hand, lacing his fingers within hers. "Are you?"
***
Miranda stepped out of her car and stared ahead of her at the school. She had an apprehensive feeling about tonight. She nodded, clutching her purse, she knew why she had the feeling. Her best guy friend was taking a girl she absolutely despised, and her new best female friend was taking the biggest airhead in the school, when in all reality they should be going together. When did high school get to be so complicated?
Lizzie stared at the reflection. Perfect spiral tendrils hung in sections around her face. The French twist at the back of her head seemed to be sprouting beautiful blonde curls all secured for the night. A light coating of glitter made it just enough to shimmer.
She scrutinized herself as she turned to see herself in the dress from all angles. She and her mother had done an amazing job picking out the dress. The red material clung in all the right places, a long slit up the side revealed not only her cute black platform sandals but her shapely legs. The spaghetti straps led to a scooped neckline. Her elbow length gloves were and exact match in color and an elegant touch.
She tossed her lipstick into her purse and stood up. She had to get out of the room and move. Energy was building up inside her. She carefully crossed the hallway and started down the stairs.
'Don't let me fall, please, not in these shoes,' she begged silently, starting down the staircase.
She hadn't even wobbled when she was halfway down the stairs and several rings of the door bell startled her and she quickly grabbed the banister. She straightened herself quickly and smiled as Sam opened the door to reveal Ethan.
Because the dance wasn't as formal as Prom, the guys weren't required to wear tuxedos, but they did have to dress nicely, and Ethan didn't disappoint. He was wearing navy slacks with a white button up shirt. In his hand he held a beautiful rose corsage. His eyes traveled up the stairs, landing on Lizzie. "Wow," he breathed softly.
"Wow yourself," she smiled, stepping off the stairs and standing across from him.
Sam and the room seemed to have disappeared, all that was left was her and Ethan. He smiled as he opened the box then slid band of the corsage around her wrist. The spell was broken by the sudden flash.
Lizzie blinked and turned toward Jo with a camera. She gave Ethan a regretful look. "Ethan these are my parents, Jo and Sam. Mom, Dad, this is Ethan."
"Yo Mr. and Mrs. McGuire, totally cool that you're letting me take your daughter to the dance. We'll have a great time, and you won't even notice she's gone."
Lizzie moaned inwardly. Yo? Did he have to say yo?
Sam looked over the young man before him but before he could begin a stream of question, Jo snapped another picture. "Aw, honey, stand next to him and smile."
Picture after picture was taken. Lizzie glanced up at Ethan who was trying to blink away the bright flash. "Don't worry," she stated softly. "She has to run out of film soon."
When the film finally began to rewind, Lizzie went thought he usual curfew deal with her parents then looped her arm through Ethan's and walked with him to the car.
After climbing inside, she buckled he seatbelt and glanced over at Ethan. His profile outlined against the night sky. Lizzie smiled, she was happy, he'd promised her this was going to be a fun night.
As he pulled out of her driveway, she felt a nagging sense at the back of her mind. Gordo. Would he be there? Would he talk to her? Would he have a date?
A hand closed tightly upon her own. She looked over at Ethan and smiled again. Gordo didn't matter, Ethan did.
She felt his fingers tighten, his hand was large and almost covered hers.
"What are you doing?" he laughed as they stopped at light. "Why are you staring at my hand?"
Lizzie laughed, slightly embarrassed. "They're just big."
Ethan brought her hand to his lips and kissed it lightly. "You notice weird things, Lizzie."
"Is that a bad thing?" she challenged, a smile playing on her lips.
***
Gordo climbed out of his car, this was it. He was going to pick up Kate. He adjusted the cuffs of his light blue shirt and dusted off imaginary dust from his pants. This was it. He smiled and picked up the flower, he hoped she'd like the delicate pink rose.
He walked up to the stairs and rang the bell. A man answered the door then led him inside, they talked for several minutes, and Gordo was grateful to find a clock behind Kate's father's head so he didn't keep checking his watch. Finally, he heard footsteps on the stairs, and Kate began her decent.
Gordo felt his breath catch in his throat. She looked wonderful. The dress was a a shimmering white, sleeveless, with strings that wrapped around her neck and formed a V in the center of her dress.
"Hi," he stated softly, pulling the flower from its box.
Kate held out her wrist and met his eyes as he slid it on. They posed for several pictures, then Kate announced she was leaving and lead the way to Gordo's car. As he started the car, he couldn't help but sneak glances at her.
She looked so innocent and friendly.
"Can you get the car started?" she asked.
He finally stuck the key in the ignition then started the car. He started to drive towards school. He racked his brain for something to say, but she was Kate. What could he possibly say to interest her? A question burned in his mind though. Why had she asked him? As he pulled the car to a stop at a red light, he glanced over at her. "Kate?"
"Yes?"
"Why me?"
"What?"
"Why did you pick me?" he repeated.
She was silent, he hated silences. They were never good. "Because, you're Gordo."
"And?"
Once again, she fell silent. Gordo had pulled into the school parking lot and now turned to face her.
"And?" he prompted again.
"You're different than other guys," she reasoned. "And I'm sick of other guys."
She reached for the door handle and climbed out. Gordo realized that the conversation was over, but he still felt like the question hadn't been answered. He quickly climbed out and locked the doors.
Kate smiled as she stood beside him. "Are you ready?"
He picked up her hand, lacing his fingers within hers. "Are you?"
***
Miranda stepped out of her car and stared ahead of her at the school. She had an apprehensive feeling about tonight. She nodded, clutching her purse, she knew why she had the feeling. Her best guy friend was taking a girl she absolutely despised, and her new best female friend was taking the biggest airhead in the school, when in all reality they should be going together. When did high school get to be so complicated?