Tantomile and Cassandra
I couldn't get over how wonderful Cassie looked. She was stunning in that violet color. She wasn't over the top and she kept smiling the entire time, making her ten times more beautiful. She kept telling me how beautiful I looked, ceasing my anxiety that she would realize she's so much better than me. We went to Cat Flat, a little hipster cafe not many people went to.
We sat in the window table and ordered some dessert, not really in the mood for any dinner. At one point someone started to play guitar and sing on the mini-stage, and Cassie and I decided to dance.
"When the stars make you drool
Joost-a like pasta fazool
That's amore
When you dance down the street
With a cloud at your feet, you're in love
When you walk in a dream
But you know you're not dreamin', signore"
This was something we wanted more than Prom. Prom was extravagent, and we weren't necessarily like that. Dancing to Dean Martin with hipsters, hippies, and goths was our type of thing. Drinking coffee, eating snacks, and creating stories for people that came and went. Staring at each other lovingly, sharing memories, creating more to come. Yeah, that's something we did, something we wanted to continue doing.
Though we had to go to Prom, for the sake of others. We wanted to see how things went with the rest, and we wanted to let everyone know we were together above all else. Plus, it was a time to have fun and be stupid. Dinner went by quickly, and we soon found ourselves at the doors to Prom.
Who says dinner has to be long and traditional? Not me! Just another filler chapter, trying to get to more plot. I'll be writing like a mad woman tonight so expect a lot of updates! Review? Thanks!