We were just two odd teenagers, laughing in the park at midnight in our homecoming attire.
We were in our own little world, and no one else could enter except us.
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(Above is Daphne Keller)
Carson's POV – (Friday)
It was a week before the Winter Formal and the entire school was going all out. They had a décor committee and a hosting committee and a catering committee, all lead by students.
"It's so amazing how the school comes together and works together for a dance, but ignore important matters like the cafeteria food." Emily complained, gesturing to the food on her tray.
"Hey, someone on the street would kill for a plate of..." I said, but stopped when I couldn't figure out what was on her plate.
"Uh, a plate of – what is that?" I asked, placing my tray down on the table and taking a seat.
Rachel laughed. "Is that supposed to be Mac 'n Cheese?" she asked me.
I looked at my tray and grimaced.
Was Mac 'n Cheese supposed to be so runny?
I pulled my lips into a straight line and pushed it away from me, as something crawled out of the plate.
"Clearly I'm not the only one who thinks so," I said.
"Ew!" the group exclaimed and pushed their food to the centre of the table.
"Okay, I'm going to the vending machine. Anyone want something?" Eli asked.
We all handed him our money and he walked off.
"So...how's things with Amy?" Emily asked Kyle. "I'm sorry we didn't figure it out earlier."
He shrugged and looked down with a small smile to cover up the disappointment on his face.
"It's okay. I'm over it." he said and got up, walking after Eli.
I looked over to Emily and shook my head. "He's not over it." I said to her.
She nodded and smiled.
"I didn't know why she said yes to Derek. Maybe she liked Kyle, but because he took so long, she thought he wouldn't ask her." she suggested.
I shrugged and looked to Rachel. She looked at me, smiling, then looked down blushing.
"So, you sew, Carson?" Emily asked, smirking at me.
I blushed, knowing what she meant.
"Lisa taught me at the last moment. I hope it wasn't too messy?" I asked Rachel.
She blushed and smiled, shaking her head.
"No, it was perfect. You sew better than I do." she laughed. I laughed as well.
