Prom Committee

Friends Gathering Pt. 1

"Hey I'm home," I sang walking into the house. "And I brought-"

"ME," Layla sang, walking in behind me.

"Hi girls," my mother greeted, setting down a bag on the island.

I sauntered over to the kitchen and searched what she had in the bag. There was a bunch of snacks and candy from salty to sweet.

I looked up at her, "Oh mom, you didn't have to."

"Honey," she rested a hand on my shoulder, "I wanted to. Besides I didn't want you kids to be starving."

"Thanks, you're the best," I smiled, giving her a hug.

"You're welcome sweetie," she cooed, hugging me back.

Layla grabbed everything item out of the bag and threw it on the counter. There were a couple bags of chips, a bag of licorice and a box of fruit snacks. She had the biggest, goofiest grin running ear to ear on her face. It was the same face she makes when she's excited for a snack specifically offered by my own mother. I swear sometimes I think my best friend just uses me for my mother's snacks.

She beamed, "You really are the best Julia."

My mother laughed at Layla's antics as my dad walked in with three pizza boxes that appeared to be picked up from Slices. Seeing the logo on the box instantly made me think of Beck and how awkward this was going to be for him. He never met my parents, but they already knew that the guy likes their one and only daughter. I really didn't want any problems tonight.

"Hey Tara-dactyl, how did set-up go?" he asked, setting down the boxes on the kitchen table.

"It went well. I found my new love for bossing people around," I quipped, tossing a chip in my mouth.

My dad laughed, "Well that's good to hear. So when are the two guys showing up?"

I checked my phone at the time, and then answered, "It should be soon, but there's actually three."

"Three?!" he fretted.

I giggled, "Don't worry dad, the third one isn't for me."

He furrowed his eyebrows and his eyes went from me to Layla questioning what I just said.

"That one's mine. He asked me to prom," Layla professed, raising her hand slowly.

"Oh?" my mom leered. "Are you two dating?"

I rolled my eyes and grumbled, "No, they're not."

My mother quizzed, "Why don't you sound happy sweetie?"

I leaned against the island and responded, "Trust me I am happy for her. They are literally perfect for each other but they're moving slower than molasses."

"Oh stop it Tar," Layla muttered, slapping my arm. "We're not tr-"

"Trying to rush things I know," I rolled my eyes.

"Honey, everybody moves at their own pace and if Layla and," my dad began and then stopped to get information from Layla.

"Noah."

He continued, "If her and Noah want to take they're time and make sure they're right for each other then let them be."

"I know dad, but Noah is a senior and is going to college in the fall. I just wanted them to be official before he moved an hour away."

"I don't understand why Tar. Love shouldn't have a timeline," Layla stated.

I sighed, and peered at her, "Lay I understand that. I don't want you to be all mopey and depressed if it didn't happen before he moved. That's all."