Prom?

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Yes, today was school. Yay. I quickly slid on my navy blue skirt. I put on some knee high, black sock, knowing that Cameron loves knee high socks. I smirked at the thought of his reaction. I grabbed my black vans and ran down stairs. I was also wearing my dark grey school collard t-shirt. I had my hair in a nice, high ponytail. I ran downstairs and ate breakfast. I hopped into the car and we drove off.

"Bye, sweetie." "Bye mom." I ran into school looking for the guys. As soon as I walked in my jaw dropped. I saw a bunch of people surrounding the cafeteria.They all started to get quiet. There it was, five shirtless boys. Jack Gilinsky, Carter, Nash, Jack Johnson, and Shawn standing there. They all had a letter painted on their abs and Shawn had a question mark. I almost cried with tears of joy. I can't believe Jack would even help out with this. I just stood there and smiled tearing up.

Where the heck was Cameron though? Then I saw him shirtless, walking up on to a lunch table. Oh my god. He stood there with a mic. "Alex Grace Rose." I started to tear up even more.

"Will you do me the honors of going to-" all the boys yelled out there letters. "P!" Jack G yelled. "R!" Carter shouted. "O!" Nash laughed. "M!" Jack J screamed. And Shawn just winked. "With me..?" Cameron finished. I almost started to cry but I just ran up to him. He turned around and painted on his back was "If yes, kiss me." I smiled as he turned around and kissed him passionately, on a table, in front of the whole school. I didn't care though. I just kept kissing him, then a tear rolled down my cheek. He wiped my tear and smiled. "So that's a yes?" I just crashed my lips back into his smiling against our kiss.

"Yes." I smiled and we hugged for what seemed like hours. He then grabbed my hand and led me off the table. We walked hand and hand down the hall while everybody clapped. All of the boys including Cameron started to throw their shirts back on. I just smiled into his shoulder. As I passed Jack he smiled. "Congrats." You could tell his smile was fake but I loved him for helping out. I let go of Cameron's hand and ran up to Jack. I hugged him tightly and whispered into his ear. "Thank you Jack, I love you for that." This time it was a real smile on his face, and he blushed. "What was that about?" Cameron asked as our hands linked again. "Nothing." I smiled and kept walking.

"I thought you didn't want to go to prom?" I looked him in his brown, milky eyes. "It was all part of the surprise, silly." "Oh, I'm so glad it was!" I kissed his cheek and we stopped at my locker. He always waits for me to get my things. As soon as I opened my locker balloons pored out. There must have been at least twenty. "Oh my gosh Cam!" I laughed. "That was the boys idea." He chuckled. But my locker was empty it was just filled with balloons. "Your stuff is in my locker." He smiled. We shoved the balloons back into the locker and walked towards his.

As we got to his locker his smile widened. He opened it and there was my stuff along with a vanilla café, frap. from Starbucks. "Cameron! When does it end!? Your such a perfect boyfriend!" "Good." He smiled and handed me my stuff a long with the frap. "Don't worry I got it this morning and just put it there." He laughed. "I can tell, it's still really cold." I smiled and we walked to Math.

As we walked into the classroom so many people congratulated me. "So you have lots to catch up on, huh?" Our teacher chuckled. "Yeah..." I bit my lip in worry. "Don't worry it isn't WAY to much, but there is a lot." She smiled. I liked this teacher... But right now I didn't. "Uh, okay." Cameron smiled. "Here." She handed us six quiz reviews and told us to go study in the hall. We grabbed a text book and headed into the hall. "This sucks..." I slid down the wall. Cameron just smiled. "What..?" I questioned. He just winked. "Those socks.." He smirked. I just smiled and he laughed.

We both started on the work cause we knew it would be long. I all ready wanted to go home, but just the fact that, that all just happened made it all okay.

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