Prom ; MGC

After

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"You okay?" I asked, glacing to Dinah before checking to make sure my hands were on ten and two. "Yeah, you?" She asked and I nodded, licking my lips nervously.

"Do you want the window open or anything?" I questioned after around a minute of silence. "No, it's okay." She smiled a little. "Okay," I nodded.

"Is it too cold then or-"

"Michael."

"Yeah?"

"I'm fine - I'm, I'm happy."

"Okay, good. Sorry." I stuttered awkwardly. She shuffled around a little in her seat, and I immediately turned to her. "I'm okay," She laughed, putting her hand on my arm.

"I'm excited." She said. "Oh yeah, we should probably get changed before we go into the arena." I said, nodding a little. "What? We're perfectly dressed for an All Time Low concert." She said sarcastically, and both of us chuckled.

"We're almost there, right?" She asked, looking out of the window. "Yeah, it's just over there," I said, pointing over to the arena. "Okay, pull over around about here." She said, sitting back down in her seat and taking her hand off of my arm.

I pulled over, then looked to her. "Alright, how are we doing this then?" I asked, unplugging my seatbelt. She bit her bottom lip, looking around us. "Okay, I'll come around to your side cause it's hidden from the road," She said after a few seconds, unplugging her seatbelt and opening her door. She opened the boot and grabbed our clothes, then walked around to my door and opened it.

I put my hands out, offering to hold our clothes. "Thank you," She smiled, putting the folded up clothes on my hands. She looked at me for a few seconds and licked her lips nervously. I took a breath in, realising I had stopped breathing for those few seconds.

We both looked elsewhere as she began to undress. "Oh, um, could you get the zip?" She said awkwardly and I looked up to her, "Sure, yeah," I nodded. I put the clothes I was holding on the passengers seat and reached up to unzip her dress.

"Undressing Dinah Williams," I murmured, smirking a little as she turned back around to me, holding the fabric over her chest to cover herself. "Shut up," She chuckled a little. "I just wouldn't be bothered if I had to do it again," I said innocently, shrugging my shoulders. "Pass me my shirt, Clifford." She sighed, giggling a little.

I grinned, turning to get her shirt and turning back as I handed it to her. "And then turn back again," She chuckled, putting her hand on my cheek and pushing my head to face away from her. "Aw man, have you got an ugly bra on or something?" I asked sarcastically. "No, it's actually a really cute bra," she giggled.

"Can you pass me my skirt please?" She asked, dragging out the last word. I kept facing away from her and stretched my arm out backwards. "You can look now, my shirt covers enough," She chuckled a little. "Oh," I laughed, turning to face her again, watching as she pulled up the black skater skirt and tucked the All Time Low shirt I bought her into it.

I passed her the little white socks she'd brought along with her black vans, and then we switched places, her sitting in the drivers seat to put on her shoes while I undid my tie. I took off my blazer and she folded it up, placing it with her dress in the back seat before turning and grabbing my black jeans.