– Three months later –
Friday, May 26th, 2017
I have never been more nervous as I am tonight.
It's not the fact I'm about to publicly date Calo in front of the whole school, attending prom with him. It's not even the fact I'm actually going to prom while I never expected to go in the first place.
It's not the fact I dislike wearing a suit and it puts me slightly on edge because I feel itchy in it.
It's not the fact Calo is late, because by now I'm used to dating a guy who has absolutely no eye for punctuality whatsoever.
It's the fact Calo told me he has a couple of surprises for tonight and despite my endless begging for him to tell what those surprises are, he didn't give out even the slightest hint to any of them.
Since Calo just texted me he is about to head over to pick me up, I know I have about ten minutes left to feel nervous up until a point that I think I'm going to be sick.
Pyper's been giddy all day today, as she helped me pick out the suit, along with a bow-tie and everything that goes with getting ready for prom.
She even made me put in effort to do my hair.
Right now, she's smirking at me as mom is nervously fiddling with my polaroid camera – I insisted on my parents taking at least two pictures with it – while dad is reading a book during the wait for my late as ever boyfriend to arrive.
He's going to take pictures with the digital camera that is mostly collecting dust because I simply prefer the old school polaroid pictures.
They're way more awesome.
"Stop scratching your arm." Pyper whisper screams at me, slapping my hand away from my arm. "It's just Calo. You guys have been dating since January. You'll be fine."
"I'll be going to prom, with Calo," I deadpan. "Me, Neo Favre, is going to prom."
"Yeah! I'm so happy," mom calls out happily. "My boy is growing up." She wipes away an invisible tear. "But all jokes aside, honey, you are taking big steps ever since you met Calo and I'm really happy to see how good you are doing lately."
"So am I," I agree with a smile, nodding along. I've been able to tone down the compulsions up until a point I no longer have to skip steps on the stairs or tap the freaking light switch to the beat of 'we will rock you'. I only tap it trice, shutting it off at the third hit. I only turn it off when I leave my room for more then a couple of minutes. I no longer hop into rooms, I only avoid cracks in the floor, but no lines.
Lines are so much different from cracks in a floor.
They're so much different, enabling me from actually joining in on P.E. for the first time ever without panicking.
I no longer organize my stuff – well, by colour; baby steps – and I'm no longer anxious about germs, just a bit on edge and I tend to scratch the part of skin that feels dirty.
But Dr. Delgado – or Martin, as I call him by now – helped me to tackle them one by one, at a pace I was comfortable with.
And ever since I persuaded him into guiding Calo at home, they both are doing way better.
Calo hasn't had an episode in a month and the last only lasted a day and a half, instead of half a week or longer.
Things are going great, and I couldn't be happier about anything, then the fact I met Calo the day he came to our school.
He has been my saviour, and I'd like to think I was his too.
As if we were meant to end up together.
And then there's the honk of a car, shortly followed by the doorbell and an impatient knock on our door.
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