Prompt: Tuxedo
"I hope you realize that, for a prom, you have to wear a tuxedo?" I had said that night Jason asked me to the prom. He'd never gone to High School, being raised as a demigod and all, but I had told him that one of my friends was going, so he asked me if we should go together.
Now, I'm up in my room at my dad's house, trying my best to curl my hair with the golden curling iron my mother gave me for tonight. I was already in my dress, just a simple black strapless one, and Jason was going to be here any minute. I had the curling iron plugged into the wall by my vanity, another gift from Mother, when I heard a knock at my balcony door. I turned my head to see my beautiful blonde prince standing there, a corsage in a box in his hand and his mouth open, staring at me.
He already had his suit on. It was a normal looking suit, but it look amazing on him. He looked even more handsome than he already was, if that was even possible.
"You look..." He breathed when he saw me.
"I know... You too..." I breathed back. My eyes shifted to the corsage and he seemed to remember it was there in the first place.
"Oh, right." He remembered. He took the flowers with the band out of the box. They were a creamy white color, with black edges. I don't know how he did it, but he seemed to make everything perfect for me. He slipped the corsage on my hand.
I heard a knock on my bedroom door and watched as it opened. My dad stood in the door way, the famous Tristan McLean.
"Dad, Jason's here." I announced, as if he couldn't already see that.
"I can see that." He stated. He had a camera in his hand and I rolled my eyes. Dad was always taking pictures of me when he could, and he told me he wanted to look back when he was old as see how I grew up.
"Pictures." Jason said. I posed with Jason, my hands in from of me and his hands on my waist. I could see my dad all teary eyed behind the lens.
"Dad, what's wrong?" I asked.
"You're growing up, Pipes." He said, and he hugged me.
Jason and I walked out of the prom after a very long time. I wasn't even sure what time it was, only that it was sometime in the morning.
He stayed at my house that night, and my dad let us share my room. I walked out of my room to go brush my teeth, and when I came back he was sitting up in my bed, waiting for me, in his pajamas, and his tuxedo was laying carefully on my chair.