The Time I asked her to prom
"She wear short skirts I wear sneaker, she's cheer captain I'm on the bleachers" Isabelle sang into the mic.
We were in my den hanging out like usual and she decided we should do karaoke but I declined I just like hearing her sing. I could listen to her voice all day and never get tired. I watched her sing and dance in front of me, the sway of her hips the movement of her lips.
Watching her made me ache for her and everything about her; we've been spending a lot of time together even since elementary school we've been together. I watched her grow from a beautiful girl into a beautiful woman, I wasn't the only one that noticed and that made me angry and jealous.
I had my own share of attention growing up and every girl wanting to be that girl, Isabelle pretended to be my girlfriend whenever they got too close. It was nice for some time but it wasn't the same and she decided we should stay friends.
I was tired of pretending and mom told me to man up and tell her how I feel so in freshman year when we started high school I was finally going to ask her out but I was too late. She started dating this neighborhood kid Sam and I was stuck as her best friend but it wasn't that bad. It was me she came to when she was sad or angry and it was my bed she slept in every night and it was my opinion she asked about whether she should continue dating Sam.
I did date a few times but it was nothing beyond that and because Isabelle asked me not to, it was then I thought that maybe she felt the same way.
"How was your date with Emily?" Isabelle asked. Her usual soft voice was cold and she wouldn't look me in the eye.
"It was nice" I said honestly. Emily was a nice girl but she wasn't Isabelle and her hand dint fit perfectly in mine and her eyes weren't blue.
"Did you kiss?" she blurted looking at me now. I was relieved that I could see her eyes; her feelings were in her eyes and her whole life. I could always see everything and I could see she looked afraid.
It made me hopeful that she had feelings for me too "No" I answered truthfully. Normally I would be embarrassed to say I haven't kissed a girl but it was Isabelle and I could tell her anything.
She smiled "Good"
"Why, have you?" I asked fearful now. I was saving my first kiss for her but I didn't know if she did the same.
"Never, I'm saving it for someone special"
"Good" was my answer but inside I was soaring.
"Come here" I said.
I made room on the bed and pulled her close; she covered us with the blanket and wrapped her arms around me. This was never a good idea because she was so close and warm and she smelled like vanilla and i ached.
I buried my face in her curls "I love you" I whispered
"Do I look good in these jeans?" Isabelle asked turning around.
I gulped and shifted in my seat, she looked fine more than fine. The jeans hugged her hips, it looked good in the front but the back looked better.
"You look fine"
She smiled and came to sit by me leaning her head on my shoulder
"Who are you taking to prom?" she asked.
"You" I said instantly.
Blue eyes met mine "really?"
"If you want to"
She bit her lip; she always did when she was thinking.
I wanted to kiss those red lips
"There's no girl you wanted to take?"
"The only girl I want to take is you
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