rosaleen channing ↠ applyfic [ongoing]

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me, after the research i did in order to write the next few chapters:

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me, about the prom in general:

-𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓽𝔂

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"Let me ask, Evan, do you have any idea what prom is like?" Sam had asked the moment everyone left.

Evan kept his mouth shut.

"Do you know what you're supposed to do? How you're supposed to act? Do you know what a corsage is?"

"I know what a corsage is!"

"That's a 'no' to everything else then." Sam nodded slowly, tapping her foot.

Sam suddenly gasped, "Do you even know how to dance?"

Evan didn't say anything.

Sam squealed.

"Evan...! This is going to be your first real dance, and you're telling me you can't even dance!" She paused for a moment, shaking her head. "Well, this won't do."

"Sam, do I even need to know? I'm not going to dance with Lucia, am I?"

"Well, probably not," Sam realized. "But! If you see a fly honey while you're there, you should be able to ask her to dance!"

"Sam--! No one's gonna want to dance with m-- a freshman anyways!"

"I would offer to dance with you in a heartbeat, but I know you wouldn't like me EMBARRASSING you like that, so I won't. It's always nice to know how to dance. Even if you don't dance at prom this year, there will always be next year, and the year after that, and the year after that, and even after high school."

"Like, what are you gonna do when you get married? How are you gonna swing your bride around the dance floor at your wedding if you can't dance?"

Evan crossed his arms. As much as he didn't want to admit, she had a very minor point. Knowing how to dance was a valuable skill.