Chapter 3
*Austin's POV*
Senior prom is a lot bigger of a deal than Junior prom. For one, it means you're graduating high school, for two, it means you have to pay a grad fee. For three, you have to help decorate the gym. And four, you don't get a second chance. With Junior prom it's like, oh, if I mess this up there's always Senior prom next year. But when Senior prom rolls around you only get one chance, and if you fool it up, it stays with you for the rest of your life.
It was three weeks after my tour ended when my cap and gown arrived. I tried dancing in it but it's hard. I don't understand how girls wear dresses. All that loose fabric hanging down, it must get in the way a lot. Ally and I have already decided to go together as boyfriend and girlfriend. When you're already together it's kind of implied and nobody really has to do a 'big ask'.
*Dez's POV*
I have to walk down with Trish at our graduation. I don't mind it as much as she does. I think it's probably the best anyway since neither of us are dating anyone that goes to Marino High. Trish keeps asking other people to trade with her so she doesn't have to walk down with me but nobody will because the want to walk down with their friend or date.
I was in the Music factory looking at tux rentals on my tablet when Carrie came in. She looked disappointed.
"What's wrong, babe?" I asked, getting up from my seat on the couch.
"I thought I was your date to the prom!" she cried.
"You are, I wouldn't go with anyone else," I told her.
"Then why are you walking down with Trish at your graduation?" she asked.
"Because we waited too long to pick someone and coach paired us up," I told her.
"Why didn't you pick me?" she asked.
"Because you don't go to our school," I explained.
"But I used to," she said.
"Yeah, but you aren't graduating from Marino High, so you can't walk down with me at the grad," I replied.
*Austin's POV*
I walked into the Music Factory after school, Dez and Carrie were talking.
"Hey, Dez," I said. "Carrie." I jumped over the back of the couch and sat down with my legs up on the seat.
"Carrie doesn't understand that even though she's my date to prom, she can't walk down with me at grad," Dez said.
"Carrie, you can't walk down the aisle at the graduation because you don't go to our school," I tried to explain. Then Trish walked in.
"Guess who just got a date to prom!" she announced.
"Don't tell me it's Chuck again," I said, turning around.
"No," she replied. "He's back with Sun Hee anyway, I'm going to prom with Dallas!"
"You mean that guy Ally used to like?" I asked.
"Yeah," Trish replied.
"I didn't even know he was still around," I said.
"Yeah," she said. "Me neither, but apparently when I get really desperate, I find cute guys I don't even know exist!"
After a few minutes, Ally showed up holding two dresses, a blue one with indigo silk and a sea green one with light blue flowy mesh stuff. Dez and Carrie had left at this point, probably going to continue their discussion somewhere else.
"Which dress should I wear to prom?" she asked.
"I like the blue one," I said. "Plus, I have a tie that matches it perfectly."
"I agree," Trish said. "I don't think the blue and sea green go together."
"Yeah, that's the only thing I didn't like about this one," Ally said. "But this one is also 200 dollars more expensive." She held up the other dress.
"Really?" I asked. "Why?"
"Because silk is more expensive than chiffon," she replied.
"What's shifawn?" I asked.
"It's this blue stuff," Ally told me pointing to the flowy mesh on the sea green dress.
"Oh," I said.
"Hey, Ally, guess who my prom date is!" Trish exclaimed.
"Who? Not Chuck, I hope," Ally replied.
"Why does everyone assume that?" Trish asked. "Anyway, no, I'm going with Dallas!"
"Really, he's still around?" Ally said, surprised. She had obviously lost intrest in him.
"Yeah," Trish told her.
"Guys," I said. "Graduation is in three weeks, plus Ally's new album is due out in two months, yet we're just standing around."
"Good point," Ally said, and with that we were back to work.