Chapter 6

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I wish I had told Glen about my feelings sooner instead of waiting so long. Maybe if I had she wouldn't have had sleepless nights as well, wondering if I felt the same way after that kiss.

But I guess telling her later was better than not telling her at all... I still laugh today, remembering her reaction when I told her.

It was back in senior year, Prom was not to far away. In fact, I remember both of us had signed up to help set up for Prom. It was funny when she had accidentally glued her hands to the bander. And not to mention the glitter war we had! I swear I still have that stuff on my clothes.

All that time we spent helping preparing for Prom, I felt nervous around her and she probably noticed as well. She'd catch me occasionally watching her then looking away quickly with bright red cheeks.

When she would ask about it later, I would come up with the most bizarre lies. She pretended to believe them for my sake, bless her heart.

Setting up for Prom sure did pass the time, so much time that it was only a couple days away.

Since Glen and I had helped set up, we were needed at Prom in case there was a decoration malfunction. So since we had to go to Prom, we would need dates.

We played with the idea of taking each others cousins but that didn't do far since her only cousin was in jail and mine was across state.

In the end, I worked up the nerve to prose the idea of taking each other.

"So Glen... Have you found a Prom date yet?" I asked, avoiding her eye contact as much as possible.
"Well I was going to ask Joey, but the bastard is already taken by Melinda." She shakes her head slightly.
"Well, why don't we go together? I mean- As friends of course." She glanced at me, most likely hearing the panic in my voice when I rushed the word friends.
"Alright. Sounds good to me. Pick me up at 7. Oh wait, I basically live at your house." She teased with a grin.

After school we had gone dress shopping. She helped me pick out a dress and I helped her. It took hours to find the right dress, but when we did, damn did we look good. My dress was an egg shell white, coming up to my knees with a black trim. It wasn't outgoing or an eye catcher but it was beautiful, showing off my slight curves and making me B sized breast look a bit larger. Glen's dress almost a match to mine. The only difference was it came up higher on her thighs and gave her a large amount of cleavage.

The days until Prom passed by slower than it had a month ago, I was aching to wear my dress and do my make up. I wanted to impress Glen even though there really was no need. The day of Prom she had came over early to dress and work on her make up, as did I. We made a promise not to look at each other before we were done.

It was totally worth it too. When I came out of the bathroom and saw her, my mouth dropped open. She was beautiful before make up and hair, but she was absolutely stunning, a breath taker with make up and hair done.

She had a lighter lip stick and eye shadow, going for an all natural look with eye liner on her top lid. She had braided her hair to the side, her bangs flipped over and held back with a small butterfly clip.

How she looked in the moment, standing there like that next to my bed facing me with a huge smile on her face will always be my favorite moment of her.

She extended her hand, taking mine in hers and tugged me closer. She reached over to the bed, grabbing a small box and placing it in my free hand. Looking down at the box, I saw a white rose with fresh water droplets still on it. I smiled, looking back up at her, meeting with her soft brown eyes.

"I figured since we are going to Prom together, you were going to need one of these whatever-you-call-'em-thingies." She laughs and took the box from my hand, pulling the flower out. She safety pinned it to the top right of my dress, opposite of her's and and smiled. "There we go."

I couldn't speak. I was so lost of words, I could barely process the moment so I let my actions speak.

I wanted to kiss her but forced that urge into something else; a hug. I threw my arms over her shoulders and hugged her tightly, her hugging back as well.

"I love you, Glen." I blurted on accident. But she took it as a friend way.
"I love you too, Claire Bear." She says, giving me a little kiss on the cheek before pulling out of our embrace. "Now come on, we have to leave for Prom."

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