In The Fall

Chapter Two

Over the next few days he was all I could think about. I didn't even know what he looked like and yet I was obsessed. What was I gonna do? I had told Eevee I would need some time to think about whether or not I wanted to go. To be perfectly honest I was terrified. One, I was just asked to go to prom with a guy I'd never met. Two, I had to tell my mom I got asked out by said guy I'd never met. I was mostly worried about the latter. I had never even mentioned liking a guy to her, or anybody for that matter. Yet, now I had to somehow tell my mom I wanted to go to prom with my friends older brother whom, again, I had never met. Not only did I have to deal with that I could barely talk to Eevee, I tried.  

Pretty much every time I tried to talk to Eevee about anything I ended up moving the conversation to Aidan and trying not to smile like an idiot. I'm honestly surprised she didn't get super annoyed with me. That continued for way too long. Eventually I told her I would go but that I was going with the group, not Aidan.  That would solve all my problems right? I wouldn't have to tell my mom I got asked out, and I wouldn't feel obligated to him. I felt kinda bad for saying I wouldn't go with him but at the same time, I am awkward as heck and had no clue what else to do.

So, now what? At that point I had a week to find a dress, make sure my mom was ok with me going, and somehow get over the fact that I already had a crush on this guy without even meeting him. Needless to say, that last one didn't happen. Anyways, I was starting to get excited, I had never been the type of person to go to dances and hadn't so much as thought about going to one before then. 

First things first, my mom. I got lucky on this one. My friends mom had apparently already said something about it to her, leaving out Aidan thankfully. Okay. That's one down, two to go.

 A dress. Where on earth was I gonna get a dress with less than a week. There was no way I could order one at that point, we went to pretty much every second hand shop around and low and behold, nothing. Lemme tell ya, my mother is a saint. I ended up trying on an old dress of hers. It wasn't the most glamorous thing I've ever worn, but I loved it, and I felt good in it. Turns out, she was wearing that dress the night my father proposed to her. I feel like it's a bit too late to spoil anything by saying this so... I find it very fitting that that was the dress I was wearing the night I met the love of my life. 

Well, that's two down, one to go. I can't even pretend I tried to make the third one happen. I was already a lost cause.