May

"You want to go to prom with me?"

I nearly spit out my Diet Coke. "What?"

"Prom? Short for promenade. A formal dance, usually held at one's school, or-"

"Shut up, Cullen! Are you serious right now?" I punched him in the shoulder, and he winced.

"Well, I'm kind of serious." He frowned. "It's our senior year; don't you want to go to prom?"

"Prom is two days away, Edward!"

"So?" He looked puzzled by my reaction.

"So you'd have to get a tux and I'd have to get a dress and you're such a dick!"

"I just asked you to prom, why am I a dick?"

"Two days before! You can't ask a girl to go to prom with you two days before, Edward. You ask them months, or you give them some sort of idea that you want to go with them."

"Of course I'd want to go with you." Edward tugged my hand pulled me closer to him. "Did you think I didn't want to?"

"I didn't think you wanted to go at all, so I didn't bring it up." I shrugged and rested my chin on his shoulder, still too pissed to look at him.

"Did you want to go?"

"I want to be with you. Prom or not." I let my arms wrap around his shoulders and pressed a kiss to his neck. "I didn't really want to go. I don't like the idea of having to share you with all of those people."

"Me either," he whispered, holding me close. As we got closer to graduation, we started to feel the pressure of what was going to happen to our relationship. Long distance was hard, and Edward and I weren't dreamers. We knew it would be difficult. We also wanted to try, though.

"So, no prom. Okay. We'll just have to think of something else to do." I pulled away and pinched his cheek, enjoying the way he glared at me.

"Like…each other?" He waggled his eyebrows and I giggled.

"I'll think about it," I told him, watching his bright green eyes light up at the thought of it.

"I hope you will."

"You're such a perv, Cullen." I shook my head but kissed him anyways.

"I am." He grinned and nodded.

"I kind of love that about you."

"I kind of love you," Edward replied. My arms fell from around him as my jaw dropped. "I mean, I don't kind of love you. I do. Love you, that is."

I felt my eyes well up with tears before I threw my arms around him again. "I kind of love you, too."