A/N EEEEKKKK!!! OMG I am so so sorry I haven't updated this in like ages! So much has been happening with high school coming up. But I'm back now and I'm hoping to finish this story up. You will notice that this chapter is written A LOT differently from the previous chapters, so pay attention to that. And read and review as always

This one goes out to McSerious who really wanted an update

Friday, May 4th, 2007, prom night.

It was a typical Friday afternoon; kids were running through sprinklers, mom's were making lemonade, dogs were barking, birds were singing…but every female senior in the neighborhood was not outside, not in their pools, not at the mall, but were trapped in their homes, preparing for the biggest night of their high school lives. Peering through my binoculars I watched a few of them. (they were dressed you dirty people!) It was actually really funny. One girl got pissed off cause her mom stepped on her dress. Ah man, it ripped right in half! So get this…she threw her mirror at her mother. Yes, a MIRROR! I never knew how into it these girls got. Sure it was funny and all, but a little pathetic. Then I caught a glimpse of Meredith. She was walking towards Izzie's house on the other end of the neighborhood. She had nothing more than jeans and a Gap shirt on. Her hair was blown out, but I couldn't see her face. I envisioned how beautiful she looked, how amazingly hot she was going to be tonight. How everything had turned out okay. But, things weren't all castles and pumpkins let me tell you. In fact, for your own convenience, I would advise you to just skip the next page, because that night was possibly the worst night of my life. So for your own convenience…

Friday night. 5:02 PM

Dear "Prom Journal",

Yes, I am seriously writing in a prom journal. The reason? I sort of have to. My guidance counselor, Mike, told me I should just, and I quote, "Write down your experiences at prom. This will help you expand your life and really analyze your self importance. You're not a bad guy Derek; you're not a bad guy…" Okay, so maybe it was a huge mistake telling him about my dad blowing up at me after I yelled at the principal. And maybe I am a little stupid to even be obeying these orders, but I have to or bye-bye NYU. Plus what could happen? So let's see, where should I start? Well Meredith should be here in an hour. Mark's dad rented a limo so we're all going together. I'm pretty excited. Sure, I've been to homecomings and all that, but prom? This is a first time for me. Speaking of first times…Mark keeps pressuring me to do something, anything with Meredith. But to tell you the truth, I'm just not ready. I know, ha ha ha, the great Derek Shepherd isn't ready for sex, but it's true. I would never admit it though, because quite frankly, I would be the laughing stock of the whole school. So, I guess that's enough for one entry? Okay, great…

"I got the corsages," Mark announced proudly walking through the door.

"Great," I mumbled, rubbing gel in my hands. "Hopefully this is fun."

"It will be," Mark nodded. "Especially when you win prom king," he said, sashaying through my living room, imitating Miss America.

"Quit it man," I pushed him, my eyes floating towards the window. "Oh crap, they're here."

"Great, how do I look?" He twirled himself around, grinning from ear to ear.

"You look, uhm, I don't know…good?"

"Great!" he clapped, getting ready to open the door for our dates. I sighed. Addison still hadn't told him about the baby, and it just wasn't fair. He deserved to know. But as a friend of both of them, there was no way I could tell him. Right?

"Hey!" Addison gleamed, stepping into the house. She looked pretty and sophisticated, as always.

"Hey," we replied. I watched as Mark hugged her, his strong arms grasping her back. I caught her eyes and shook my head. She had to tell him.

But then Meredith slowly walked in and all thoughts of Mark, Addison, and babies disappeared. It was just her, just us. "Wow," I breathed, watching in awe as she turned around, revealing the most beautiful gown on the most beautiful girl I have ever seen.

She giggled. "You think?"

"Definitely," I smiled. "Let's go shall we?"

Friday night. 7:30 PM

Dear "Prom Journal",

So its prom and everything is exactly like I thought it would be. Kids are passing out left and right, freshmen are trying to get with the seniors, and everyone is literally going insane. Mark and Addison are nowhere to be found so it's just Meredith and I. It's been fun so far. The party hasn't really started yet, so when it does, I'll be sure to…uhm, clue you in? And in case I haven't already said this, this is the gayest idea my guidance counselor has ever had. But like I said I have to oblige. Anyway, about Meredith…I've never felt anything like this. She makes my stomach flip and does strange things to my brain. I think I'm in love with her, which is very weird for an 18 year old senior to say. But every time I look at her, I feel at ease, like everything is alright and perfect. Maybe one day I can tell her how I feel, but until then I think I'll just keep drinking the spiked punch.

"This is awesome DUDE!" a drunken Mark yelled through the swarm of students.

"You're drunk," I replied, leaning against the wall.

"SO?" he spat, taking another sip of his punch. "It's punch."

"It's spiked."

He shook his head, swaying to something by Kanye. "Where's Meredith?" he asked, staring into his cup.

As I was about to answer, Principal Webber stepped onto the stage with a tiny envelope in his hands. Oh my God…

"Attention students..."

The loudness of the room instantly died down as everyone focused their eyes on that envelope

"As you know," he continued, "We are choosing our next prom king and queen tonight."

Shouts of joy and clapping erupted from the audience. But I remained firm, unable to move. I felt a hand on my back and instantly knew it was Meredith's.

"Hey," she whispered.

"Hey," I replied, holding her hand.

"That's enough now," Webber's deep voice blared through the gym. "Now…I will first read your prom queen who is…" He removed a small letter out of the envelope and pressed his lips against the mike. "Isobel Stephens!"

Applause broke out amoung the students as Izzie's mouth dropped in complete shock.

"Oh my God Izzie that's great!" Meredith laughed, hugging her friend.

"I can't believe this," Izzie gasped, smiling at the many students congratulating her.

"And your prom king…" he spoke back up, reaching into the envelope, "is…Derek Shepherd!"

"Derek!" Meredith screamed, hugging me. "That's so great!"

I finally let my breath out, but for some strange reason, I didn't feel like I thought I would feel. I thought I would feel like the luckiest guy on the planet, but in reality, I just felt like a regular student, someone who couldn't tell the person they loved how they felt.

"Congratulations Izzie and Derek!" Mr. Webber smiled, walking off the stage. But when he got off, someone else got on…Chris from the party from hell.

"Hey guys!" he yelled into the microphone, holding something…a book or journal of some sort. "Well as you know, I was homecoming king this year, so I will be passing on the crowns for prom king and queen. But before I do that I just happened to stumble upon something in the bathroom from our NEW prom king so I thought for the good of the class you might want to hear it…"

All eyes turned to me and I instantly knew the book he was carrying…

…my stupid, idiotic, gut wrenching prom journal.

Holy shit.