Endless isles of dresses, and endless hours of running from store to store. Got to love prom season, or as some people call it: open season. I groaned again as we entered yet another store, and I feel the same outcome surfacing as the last 3; she will look around and try them on, and say "nothing here feels right" then we will leave.
"Come on Sarah, UGH! Remind me again why I have to be here?" I was frustrated with her at this point, and wanted to get on to other activities, because damn, her ass did look good in those jeans. Then she stopped, and turned around.
"Mike" She sighed and put a hand on her hip, oh boy here it comes.
"Mike, I love you but sometimes you are the most impatient child I know, and besides you love walking around with me. Admit it, you do love it." I looked at her and sighed. Then she gave me a look of disapproval.
"Can we just be quick Sarah, we do have other things to do today."
"Well, I guess I could pick the most expensive dress I find and go with that, even if it does clash with your suit-"
"IF I get to pick a suit today" I interrupted her, and shot her a glare obviously not playing into her joke. Without another word, she giggled like a 12 year old school girl and bounced and skipped toward a rack labeled "quality prom dresses". I took this chance to find somewhere to sit and relax for a few minutes and checked my watch. 3:27, we had been at this venture for almost 4 hours at this point, and I was growing tired, however this was for her, and dammit I love Sarah so much. Sarah Compton, she sounds better with my last name; Sarah Nichols. Michael and Sarah Nichols, has a nice ring to it doesn't it? I continued to daydream and think about the future: because if this prom night isn't perfect and doesn't change her life: nothing will.
I was stirred from a half sleep, half day dream by Sarah yanking my earbuds out of my ears, and shoving two dresses in my face.
"Mike, what do you think?" She was holding two very beautiful dresses, one was red with a generous amount of cleavage, and virtually no back, whilst the black one was a more modest dress with a shawl and longer with a knee level split down the side.
"Red, definitely." She looked surprised.
"Blew your load that fast did you?" she giggled for a second while I shot her a not amused look, then looked down at my phone.
"Red always looks better on you babe, and besides I don't like longer dresses on you, it will go with my car." She paused for a second, probably thinking how she would look in the dress, stepping out of my candy apple red Dodge Charger. She walked away, and came back a few minutes later and I saw her wearing the dress. Let's just say I was right about the red, because oh my god was I right.
After checking out, we headed to my dad's suit tailor and went inside. I got greeted like my father always did, which surprised me. After all, he did own the place. I got my suit done, and chose a modest black suit with red accents like my button down shirt and cufflinks. As the tailor put it, I looked like the prince of darkness ready to dominate. I came out of the back room, and saw Sarah sitting in a chair reading some magazine. I chuckled and called her name, she shot up and we got in my car and left. My mom greeted us warmly as usual, and we went into my room to hang out for a bit before we went shoe shopping. Why she wanted me to come was beyond me, but I was getting to spend more time with her so I digress.
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The Michael Nichols story.
AléatoireA shorter story about a young man, Michael Nichols. This emotional story details the events of his life throughout high school, and the roller coaster of a life that followed. Told by him through his eyes and perspective, it Should offer most reade...
