An Abundance of White Blood Cells // [WATTYS 2017]

SEVENTEEN

Wednesday went by so slowly! I kid you not, I listened to three songs, which is almost nine minutes, and I swear, only five minutes passed. Mom told me to quit pacing. I kept telling her I couldn't, so she gave me a list of things to do, like clean the She-Shed and my room a little. Make lunch for the both of us. Stuff like that. I was still pacing by the time Dad had gotten home. He laughed and just told me to start getting ready now, or I'd explode.

So that's exactly what I did!

Mom and I went to the bathroom so we could work on my make up. We looked up a tutorial on YouTube and found one that was titled Simple but Elegant, for once, a YouTube video lived up to it's name. Mom followed the tutorial and in the end I had pink eyelids that matched my dress, darker lashes, and one layer of foundation, I never really understood foundation, but okay.

Next was my hair, which I did half of. I bobby pinned it so all of my hair was on one side of my head, and then mom twisted it into . I felt like it was a good bonding experience for us...something she could look back on. After Mom finished with my hair, she went to her room to get my dress. We'd decided to keep it there, so Nate wouldn't accidentally see it. Mom stood outside my room so I could get my dress on. I love that woman, but no way was she seeing my sad excuse of a rack.

Once I got it on she zipped it up and we looked through my jewelry. I didn't have a lot of jewelry, a few rings, one bracelet and really old and rusty necklaces. In the end Mom found a ring that had a pink rose on it, which worked perfectly. "You look absolutely beautiful sweetie." Mom smiled, hugging me.

"Thanks, Mom." I smiled, getting a little teary eyed.

It was seven-fifty by the time we were finished. I told Mom that I was gonna wait in my room, so I could walk down the stairs, and give him the full affect. I know it sounded silly, but I wanted to kinda be like our first date, in a way.

So mom let me wait. I wanted to lay down on my bed, but I also didn't want to smoosh my hair or mess anything up. So like always, I paced. I kept glancing at my reflection in my mirror, wondering if Nate would like it. Wondering if he would lie if he didn't. Deep down, I was still waiting for I'm to leave, like maybe when I finished my list, he'd be gone.

I really wouldn't blame him at all. I knew what was going to happen to me. Why should he have to stick around for it? I rubbed my temples as I heard foot steps coming. I smoothed my dress and made myself take a few deep breaths. Dad opened the door. "Sloane, oh, you look so beautiful." He stepped all the way into my room and hugged me. "I love you."

"I love you too, Dad."

"Well, come on, your guy is waiting." He said.

Dad went back downstairs, I waited a few seconds, and then followed. I watched my feet as I walked down the steps, mostly trying not to trip over my dress and fall on my face. Midway down the stairs, I looked up. And there Nate stood. He looked so handsome. His suit was black, which fit him very nicely. He wore a white button up dress shirt, and the tie I'd given him. In his hands was a corsage in a little, clear, plastic container.

When I looked at his face, his mouth was hanging open just a little bit. His eyes were going up and down me, always finding their way back to my face. When I got to the foot of the stairs he stepped forward. "Sloane...you look...amazing." He said, smiling slightly as he did so. "You're not so bad yourself." I grinned, glancing at my feet.

Nate fidgeted with the corsage's container thing and got it out. The corsage was roughly the same color as his tie, with bits of pink sprinkled on it. He slipped it onto me wrist and tucked it's container under his arm. We started for the door, but Mom wanted pictures. Dad took the container from Nate so Mom could position us like dolls. We were in what I assumed was the typical prom pose. Nate was behind me, with his arms around me, my hands resting on his. Mom clicked her camera a few times before she let us go.