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Can't Crush The Boss

Prom Knight 1

I woke up feeling much better. Today was the day. All I wanted was to fast forward to 6pm, but there was too much that needed to be done. My parents wanted to take me out for lunch before I got all dolled up at the salon. I had a feeling I was going to get another "pep- talk", and I knew there was no way around this one.

My parents didn't know about my plans after prom. They didn't even bother to ask, probably knowing I wouldn't tell them the whole truth anyway. Instead, they were more concerned about me being safe. There's always something on the news the next day about teenage drunk drivers.

At the salon, my mom and I spent a couple of hours getting pampered with French manicures and pedicures, while the stylist set large hot rollers in my hair. It was a little past three in the afternoon, and they had just finished. I had soft bulky waves with a side vintage parting; very old Hollywood style. Now on to makeup; consisting of a simple fresh look of champagne eye shadow and cranberry red lipstick. Finally, they dusted shimmer powder over my chest, shoulders, face and arms.


Back at home, mom kept readjusting my dress and combing my hair over my shoulder. Until suddenly she had an idea.

"I know what you need!" she cried

Running to my dresser and back into the bathroom, she began to secure my hair with bobby pins so that none would fall on my back.

"That dress is lovely hija. It makes me wonder how beautiful you will look on your wedding day."

Soon dad came in and acted as my personal paparazzi. He took pictures of me by my self, with mom, with him, with both of them, by the stairs, in the back yard; I was exhausted from smiling by the time we were done. I guess that's what happens when you're an only child. At last, I was able to relax on my bed with my mother lying beside me holding my hand. We enjoyed the silence while I tried to keep my heart from speering through my chest.

"Thanks for lending me your shoes mom, they're perfect."

I looked down at my feet; they were the cutest old fashioned red heels. I couldn't wait for Harry to have a heart attack once he saw me now. Not literally of course. By the door I had a small duffle bag with my bathing suit, change of clothes and so on. My mom had a feeling, a hunch, of where I might go. She turned to face me, saying so much with a mere look.

"Be careful. Remember I was your age once."

"Yes I know. Don't worry, I will be."

I could sense her worried spirit. There's only so much a parent can do to prepare the right way for their child by setting good examples and barriers. And then when we are set free into the world, they only hope we can make wise choices. I can't imagine being in her shoes. Well I'm actually wearing her shoes, but you know what I mean.

Time drew nearer and in a matter of minutes Harry would pull up like a valiant knight to take me away to our 50's themed ball. I glanced out my window, excited to make my classic exit down the stairs once Harry stood waiting for me. I must have jumped at least a couple of inches out off the ground when I saw him coming up the drive way. Thank goodness he couldn't see me bounce around like a little girl.

He swiftly stepped out from his shiny black car with a clear box in his hand and a few white roses in the other. He looked so handsome; I was already melting on the spot. I hurried by the door to listen to him come in. My dad gave him a hug as I could hear him pat Harry's back, while my mom's voice sounded so high pitched as she complimented how nice he looked and thanked him for the flowers. I could imagine him blushing as he was showered with their compliments. My mom soon began to call my name and I knew it was red carpet time.

I walked to the edge of the staircase and began to step down slowly, holding my dress by the sides. He was still smiling at them till his mouth dropped in awe at the very sight of me. He gawked and began to climb the first steps.

"You are breathtaking... and I'm almost choked up here," he stammered.

I smiled over taken by his striking image as well. My father began taking candid pictures of us as Harry opened the box. He slid a gorgeous corsage of 3 small white roses over my wrist. It had red ribbons and a touch of champagne sprayed baby breath. My mom then handed me his matching boutonniere to pin on his blazer. I was sure that my dad had more than 50 pictures already.

We continued to pose for the camera, by ourselves, with mom, with him, with both of them, by the stairs and the back yard again. By the end, I was ready to kick off my shoes once and for all, but it was seriously time to go. Harry grabbed my bag and I kissed my parents goodbye. He opened my door and I twirled as I sat inside. I waved, watching my dad with the camera still attatched to his face.

"This corsage is beautiful, it matches me flawlessly."

"Speaking of flawless, I didn't think you were capable of looking more beautiful. You don't know how racy my heart feels right now. Even my hands are sweating," he gushed.

His heart was racing while I was floating. He kept pouring out flattering comments about my looks and dress but he looked like he just stepped out of a photo shoot. I always thought men were naturally more beautiful than women, while we have the advantage of changing our hair and applying makeup to enhance our appearance they are just born with that raw appearance of "what you see is what you get". And what I saw I wanted badly.

The sight of this hot guy driving his sexy sports car almost convinced me to go straight to the hotel. And I know what you are probably thinking… I will not stand a chance and I will cave in right? Well no, I said I wanted to enjoy my time with him, and that's what I planned to do. But I was looking forward to prom; this was bound to be an unforgettable night.

As we drove up to the convention center, we could hear the tunes of Elvis Presley's Hound Dog filter through the doors. We saw couples walking towards the entrance all decked out in 50's dresses and the guys in leather jackets. I liked our glamour version better. Harry opened my car door and wrapped my hand around his arm once I got out. I could peek through his slightly unbuttoned shirt and see his robust chest. I had to pull my eyes away and focus on the dance now. Gosh, was I looking at him like a piece of meat? Ha hah. Oh hormones, control yourselves.

When we walked in, we were both shocked by the amazing decorations. There were motorcycles, a Buick and 2 other custom show cars. They went all out! We saw a jukebox and a roller skate/diner backdrop. I felt like we walked on to the set of Grease.

A bunch of students complimented our outfits, mostly the girls falling in love with my dress or Harry. But what satisfaction to see the entire time his eyes were glued on me. The music ranged from artists like Elvis Presley and Johnny Cash to the latest hits of today. Whatever they played, you could be sure to spot us on the dance floor.

My dress moved with such finesse, and I loved how I could always feel Harry's hand on my back. I laughed to myself wondering if I would see Herman again tonight and I was almost skeptical if Harry had read my thoughts as he gave me a seductive grin. My favorite songs, other than the fun dance hits and crowd shuffles, were the slow ones. Any excuse to be close to my date was alright with me.

I enjoyed how he brushed his hands up and down my back. He'd let out a little moan when inhaling my perfume along my neck, wearing a permanent smile. At what time was this party over?

A while later we finally decided to take our prom picture. Harry posed on one of the motorcycles and I sat behind him holding his waist as though we were actually riding. We also did the classic picture, standing face to face holding hands.

After a couple of hours, they were finally about to announce the Prom King and Queen. Everyone on stage looked sensational. It was a no brainer that Amanda Collette and Bryson Johnston won. They were quite the celebrity couple at school.

"Did you ever dream about being prom queen?" Harry asked me.

"No, not really," I shrugged.

"I don't mean to sound corny but what if I said you're my prom queen?"

"Well, first a princess now a queen. I'm doing pretty well then huh?"



It was eleven o'clock, and while prom was now coming to an end, the after parties were about to begin. It was like the releasing of the hounds. The girls were screaming, the guys were roaring, and the cars, limos and buses were ready to cage these animals...temporarily. I was fortunate to not follow that crowd, I just wanted to relax and not waste a moment more. I wasn't even counting on sleeping.

Harry held my hand as we walked to his car. I held on to the two folders of our exceptional 8x10 photographs. Wow, what a night!

"Did you have fun?" he asked.

"Yes! That was the best high school dance I've ever been to."

"Good," he opened my door. "Ready for some more?" he wiggled his eye brows up and down.

I just laughed as he ran over to the driver's seat.

Notes

Cute eh?

Part two coming in less than a few days... :)

Comments

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6/15/15

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