Unexpected

[33] Prom Night

Hey guys! So sorry I haven't posted again in like two weeks. :/ College and work have been kicking my butt recently. I think there's only one chapter left after this one! :O So crazy! I hope you will vote or comment to show me some love if you like it. :) Cheers!

Clara.

P.s. I'll post links in the comments for the outfits. ;)

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Things were finally back to normal. Dean and I were on good terms, I was in a happy, committed relationship with Ryan. I couldn’t have asked for anything better. So much had happened in the past eleven months it was insane. Which was why it was nice to have a quiet day with just me, Dean, and our father; we’d all decided to go to a bird sanctuary just outside of town for Mom’s birthday. Some days, missing her was still unbearable, but my life had surprisingly turned out pretty well without her. 

    “This was a great idea, Dad.” I said, smiling as we exited through the gate.

    “Yeah, Mom loved birds. I still can’t believe she’s gone some days.” Dean agreed.

    Dad and I both nodded. It felt so weird, doing things for Mom’s birthday without her. But just like everything else, I knew that I would get past it. Of course it still sucked, and I would always miss her, but life had to move on. As we all got into Dean’s crossover to head home, the conversation turned to next weekend.

    “So do you have a dress yet?”

    For a second I had no idea what Dean was talking about, but then I remembered prom and the fact that I was going with Ryan. Which reminded me, I really needed to figure out all the details.

    “Thanks for reminding me,” I groaned.

    “I take it that’s a no, then?” Dean asked with a laugh. Sighing, I shook my head.

    “I don’t really have time to go shopping to find anything, either. I probably have something in my closet, somewhere. And if all else fails I can just borrow something of Katie’s.”

    “What? Come on, Kodi, it’s prom. Even I know that’s a big deal.”

    “You’re going to prom?” Dad asked, glancing at me in the rearview mirror.

    “Yeah,” I sighed, “but I’m totally unprepared.”

    “You know, I bet Poppy would be willing to help. Let me make a call and see what she says.”

    “Dad, no. I don’t think she has time for that. Seriously, it’s fine. I would feel bad asking her.”

    “You’re not asking her—I am. And it’ll be fine, trust me.”

    “Alright,” I relented with a sigh, figuring he would probably forget by the time we actually got home. Except that, the next morning when I was eating breakfast, Dad came in to say that Poppy had “happily” agreed.

    “And she said to bring your friends.”

    I quirked an eyebrow, for some reason still reluctant to believe it. “Are you serious?”

    Dad nodded.

    “Yup. Tonight, right after school. I hope you didn’t have any plans. Do you remember how to get to her studio?”

    “Uh…no, not really. And I’ve only been to the studio once, so I don’t exactly how to get there, no.”

    “I’ll text you the address later, but you should get going or you’ll be late for school.”