Memories - Prom


"Can I ask talk something?" the cute girl in my math class asked me my senior year of high school. We were friend, talked during math, joked.

"Sure," I said, think nothing of it, assuming she had a math question.

"So," she said, "you that guy I've been dating?" She was dating some guy from the other school in town.

"Yea," I said, jealous as always.

"Well turns out he has this Army thing the last weekend in May, so he can't go to prom."

"That sucks," I said, not surprised she wanted to talk about her boy issues, something she often did with me, treating me more like a BFF than a boy she would be interested in. Something I figured out let me be friends with her. Be safe. Be someone who talked. Be in the friendzone.

"I know," she said. "I really don't want to go alone."

"I'm sure some guy would take you," she said.

"Yea, that's just what I need, some other guy making him jealous. No thank you."

"Well, guess you're going single then," I said, "it's that or just don't go...join my team."

"Don't want to do that either, he'll just think I'll find some guy there."

I frowned. "I mean, I know how much you were looking forward to that."

"I was thinking..."

"Yea?"

"Why don't you take me."

"Me?" I asked, shocked.

"You weren't going anyway and he won't be jealous of you."

"He...he won't?"

"No, not at all."

"You...you want me to be your date to prom?" I asked.

She nodded. "Well, I want you to take me. There will be some ground rules, of course."

"G...ground rules?"

"Yea, ground rules."

"Like what?" I asked, already imagining her as my prom date, literally letting my imagination run wild.

"Well, let's see. First, you said do I want to be your date. Let's clarify, you're taking me to prom, it's not an actual date...I have a boyfriend."

"O...okay," I said. "What else?"

"I get to pick your tuxedo."

I chuckled. "Okay, why?"

"Cause it's got to match my dress, duh."

"Of course. Anything else?"

"Yea, you get one slow dance, you get to pick the song."

"One?"

"Not a date," she said.

"F...fine. Is that all?"

"This should go without saying, since you're my bestie, not my date, but don't think you're sleeping with me, kissing me, or anything like that."

"I...I wouldn't," I said, crushed inside, but knowing it best to keep up the illusion.

"I mean, maybe a kiss on the cheek at the end of the night if you behave, but that's all."

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