Foreign Love

XX - Prom

This gotta be my favourite chapter, either this or the next one. Enjoy <3

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Chapter 20: Prom

"This looks awful, Dad!" I said to my father as I looked in the mirror.

"Do you have any better ideas? Or costumes?" He replied. I bit my lip. "Thought so."

"But I don't even like Star Wars! All I know about Han Solo was that he was played by Harrison Ford." And this vest is stupid, I mentally added.

"This is the costume your father was wearing when we first met," Mom said, emerging from the door. "I was dressed as Princess Leia and he was Han Solo. Needless to say, I instantly fell in love with him."

"Do you remember which song was playing when you two met?" They'd probably told me that before, but I'd certainly forgotten.

"Benny and the Jets." They both answered at the same time, which made them laugh.

"It's really cute and all, but there's really nothing else to wear?"

Dad rolled his eyes. "Why don't you go to my closet and search it yourself? I said there's nothing to wear, but since you don't believe me..." He gestured towards the door and I went in. "Your mom and I will be downstairs in case you'd like to change more comfortably."

Their closet was the size of my bathroom, but I managed to distinguish my dad's part from mom's since it was considerably smaller. After some five minutes of searching through everything, I was about to give up. I took a last look at the jackets and found a brown one. Bingo.

I took off that hideous black vest, closed another button of the white shirt, leaving only the first one open, changed the black pants for brown ones, kept the black boots, grabbed a brown fedora from the hat stand, which he, for whatever reason, had and done! A costume 1000 times better than what Dad had previously suggested. I walked out of the closet feeling extremely confident.

"I told you there was something for me," I said as I entered the living room. My mother smiled.

"Indiana Jones!" My father exclaimed. "I gotta give it to you, son. Didn't think think you could pull it off."

"I knew that fedora would be useful someday," Mom said. "Oh! I have the perfect complement for your costume, just hold on." She stormed out of the room and I heard her steps on the wooden staircase.

I looked at Dad, who shrugged. "Maybe cologne." I rolled my eyes. Not again...

"Here it is!" She said, handing me a whip.

"Mom, why do you have a whip?" She blushed severally with my question. I looked at Dad, who seemed to have sunk slightly onto the armchair.

"U-Uh... You know... It was actually your father who..." She looked at him, searching for some help.

"You know what? Never mind, I'm not sure if I even want to know." I grabbed the whip and put it on the belt, just as I remembered to see in the movies years before.

The bell rang, ending the embarrassing silence of the room.

"I got it," I said, already walking to the door. Let's see what's the surprise.

"Damn!" We both said when our eyes met.

He was dressed as 1953's Marlon Brando, coming straight out of The Wild One. We all know how many people have copied that look, but still, he looked fine as hell with a white cap and a leather jacket.