My love story.

My date

I love homecoming. As a dork, you wouldn't think I would but I do. We went over to your place for pictures. You looked so so sexy in that little golden dress that hardly covered your bottom. Everyone else noticed how sexy you looked. I noticed, too, but I mostly noticed how gorgeous you were. The gold dress made the gold in your eyes shine. You looked like a goddess. Your cute little nose right under them. Anyway, pictures were awful. You wouldn't think so. You and yours went at it. Making out pictures. Your hands in his pocket pictures. Even one where he's pinning you to a wall. It was hard to watch. My 'date' was the only thing making it not pluck my eyes out bad. Everyone joked that he was my date. He wasn't upset. I might have been a teeny tiny bit upset. He kept up his sass during the massive photo shoot. Every time you and your boyfriend had your tongues in eachothers' mouths, my 'date' would ask me if we had to do that. Once he even ran at me shouting to pucker up. You thought it was absolutely charming. I willed him to not be so charming, so you wouldn't like him more than me, but it didn't work. His jokes continued the duration of pictures. At one point he even asked where my garter was. You smiled at him so much. We all drove shoved into Your date's smelly van to the dance. We were already late. The lights were off and music was blaring. You were the only one that the heavy bass didn't catch off guard for a minute. It seeped into you causing you to dance in such a way that I swear every one in that school was watching you. My 'date' pulled me into the crowd just in time for the first slow dance to come on. I started to leave but you said that him and I should dance together. He immediately started Irish dancing which caused many puzzled stares and for you to double over in laughter. But when you looked up. The sparkle in your eye was gone and you made your way away from us. I decided that we did way too much dancing and needed a break. We stood by the wall the rest of the dance, just talking.