Author's Note:
This chapter takes place when you and Christian were in high school. Enjoy!
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The piles of makeup skillfully slathered onto your face couldn't hide your insecurities and nervousness. Tonight was supposed to be fun and memorable, but you couldn't shake the feeling that a cage of butterflies had been set loose in your stomach.
Sure, you had attended prom in previous years, but this year Christian had finally worked up the courage to ask you. You had been shamelessly flirting with the varsity baseball player for years, but he never seemed to get the hint.
Just when you were about to give up on him, he revealed his feelings blatantly with a bouquet of red roses. His promposal took you by complete surprise even though you knew he reciprocated the feelings you had for him.
5:13. The illuminating letters on the clock on your nightstand across the bedroom reveals that you only have seventeen minutes until your date would arrive. With a final dab of pink lipstick, your mother stepped back from your vanity to look at her masterpiece.
Tears clouded her eyes and you immediately knew that both of your parents were in for an emotional night. She had been comforting you and giving you advice on this boy for years and finally gets to see her hard work pay off.
Lifting yourself out of the pink desk chair, you stride over to the full-length mirror on the opposite side of your bedroom door. The girl staring back at you hardly reflects yourself. The loose curls in her chocolate brown hair perfectly complimented her light blue eyes. Your natural makeup was muted, but still more than you were used to wearing. Your eyes wander down to your gorgeous bubblegum pink lace dress.
You finish the look with white sparkly high heels that you could hardly walk in and a white clutch purse. You looked stunning, to say the least.
The bright lights from Yelich's car illuminated the driveway minutes later and you knew it was time to go. Wobbling down the staircase, you keep a firm grasp on the railing for support.
Two knocks at the door and your father beats you to the handle to let him inside, nearly sprinting from the couch. The oak door swings open to reveal a nervous looking Christian holding another bouquet of roses.
"H-hello Mr. (Y/L/N)." He spits out, practically trembling at your father's intimidating glare.
"Christian." Your father greets in a voice purposefully deeper than normal.
"Oh, let the poor boy inside." Your mother finally speaks, the voice of reason.
Your dad swings the door open and the baseball player catches sight of you. With a pale face and mouth agape, he looks like he's just seen a ghost. You were so beautiful and he can't believe he didn't ask you out sooner.
After hundreds of pictures in the front lawn taken by your mother and a talk given to Christian by your father, you were finally on your way to your Senior prom with the man of your dreams.
Little did you know, tonight would be a night of firsts. The night you got your first boyfriend, first kiss, and the first night of a lifetime spent with a future MLB superstar.
