My Pizza Guy. (editing)

6 ~ PROM.

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Omg.... like peeps are really reading my work here. o_o

Seriously.... x/ I feel so awesome right now.... I can hardly contain my feelings... *sniff sniff* ( No. That is not me being a puppy.. -__- that is me trying to stop my runny nose since you guys got me all sentimental. :'D )

ANYWAY. >_>

Thank you shoooooooooooooo much for all your support you guys! ^-^ I love all of you! :****

ohkay. 0_0 so many of you know what happens in this chapter....... teheheheheeeeee >:D I know... you ALL are expecting.... * clears throat* the... *drums beat*

P.R.O.M. ★v★

So hurry up and read on! Oh and stop making faces at how awkward I am... -_-

Enjoy, lovely potato chips!

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"Please tell me you like it." my Mom said as I held the most beautiful piece of clothing in my hands and gaped at it.

You'll look perfect in this! my heart said. It must've been expensive. my brain said. I'd have preferred a pair of shorts over this. Who the heck walks around in a gown like this?! my conscience remarked.

My brain and heart punched my conscience in the gut. Oof!

"It's uhh..." I was at a loss of words. "It's..."

My Mom just smiled at me. She seemed to have understood what I had meant to say.

'Course, doofis, she's your MOM! Duh! She's supposed to know. my conscience said.

"I think I'm satisfied with your reaction," my Mom smiled as she made her way to my side and kissed my forehead. "Have fun." she added and then left the room.

I kept staring at my dress.

The dress.

Which was mine.

MY prom dress.

It was off white in colour. And was of the mermaid style. I didn't care if mermaid style was even in vogue or not, because it was my Mom's.