Abomination (Ryden)

Epilogue

It's prom night, you know, that night where everyone buys fancy (but hideous) dresses and tuxes, and gets their hair and makeup professionally done, and overall spends just way, way too much money on some stupid glorified high school dance. Yeah, which is the exact reason why me and Ryan won't be attending this overrated event. Instead, we grabbed a bunch of Disney movies from my basement and stocked up on popcorn, chips, and of course, Ben & Jerry's. We're also planning on having lots and lots of sex (is this surprising?), so tell me, how could prom be any better than the anti-prom evening we have planned? That's right, it's not.

Spencer and Jon on the other hand, are no doubt going. I mean, they already bought their tuxes how many months in advance - and they bought them , people, not rented but bought. Who even does that?

I guess tonight is also a little bit of a very, very upsetting farewell party to my dear Ryan who decided that he's going to take his dad's offer and move back in after graduation (in exactly four days). However, on the condition that if he turns back into a raging douchebag and bans Ryan from seeing me, Ryan's packing his bags right back up and moving back where he belongs, with me (in my bed).

So, anyways, I pop in Aladdin into my DVD player, then settle into my bed beside Ryan, squeezing right up next to him, and just as I'm about to press play, my door comes flying open and in comes Jon, Spencer and my mom in a blur of colors, tuxes and very large plastic bags.

"Get up! Get up!" Jon demands, beaming, dressed in a sharp, black tux with a small, silver bag that looks suspiciously like a makeup case in his hand. "You're going to the prom!"

Spencer and my mom stand behind him, matching, crazy smiles on their faces and large plastic bags draped over their shoulders.

I clutch onto Ryan's arm, eyes narrowed. "Uh, no, Jon. We're really, really not."

"Actually, you are," Spencer informs from behind him. "You really don't have a choice."

"Um, no."

"Um, yes."

"Fuck off," I mutter.

"Brendon!" my mom scolds.

I stick my tongue at her, then sigh. "Guys, no. We're not. And we couldn't even if we wanted to. We don't have tickets, let alone anything to wear," I explain.

Jon flashes us a mischievous smile, reaches into his pants pocket and flashes us two, blue tickets, while Spencer and my mom pull the over-sized bags from their shoulders and dangle them in the air. "Now you do!" Jon beams.

I glare, and Ryan looks up at me, blinking.

"We're not going," I say again.

"Bren..." Ryan starts, grabbing onto my arm while batting his eyelashes. "It could be fun... I mean, and if they went through all this trouble..." He shrugs.

"Okay, then you go," I answer stubbornly. "I am not going to this stupid prom if it's the last thing I do. I swear it.

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I end up going to the prom.

Well, actually, at the moment we're standing by my door, while my mom flashes dozens upon dozens of pictures, tears in her eyes.

"Brendon, smile!" My mom orders, silver camera clutched in her hand.

I scowl more.

But then Ryan kisses my cheek, and that makes me smile a little. But just a little 'cause I'm still pissed.

Eventually, my dad pries the camera away from my mom long enough for us to escape out the door, and to Spencer's parents Lexus that they so nicely let us borrow for the night. "We were considering renting a limo," Spencer explains, "but, then my parents offered their car, so, we really couldn't turn them down."