Brendon wasn't a very observant person. And he has the attention span of a godlfish. I say this because for about two weeks after he found out about our (and when I say "our" I mean Ryan and mine) cutting he was on top of us, checking up on us every minute. But then he just stopped. Part of me was mad at him. He's out best friend, he should care more about this. But the rest of me was relieved, I could go back to normal. I could cut again...well not that having Brendon on my back 24/7 stopped me...there are places on my body that even Ryan hasn't gotten close to....never mind Brendon.
But anyways, April was drawing to a close as we entered the last two months of our Junior year. After April comes May. And what does May mean? Prom. Good ol' prom. Of course I was going with Ryan, he had asked me just a week after we'd been going out. At the time I had thought it was silly, and I said no. Well, I said maybe, kind of.
"Squee! I love this part!"
"Did you just 'squee'? And I can't believe I let you make me watch A Cinderella Story." Ryan wined from his spot next to me on my living room couch.
It was my favorite part of the movie; the part where Sam and Austin are dancing in the gazeebo to "Ill Be" by the Goo-Goo Dolls.
Yeah, I know, it's totally cheezy...and three string instruments can't possibly play that song, but remember...it's a fairy tale (of some sort).
"I've always wanted something like that to happen to me." I sighed and said to no one inparticular.
"Hey, um...Brie" Ryan started five minutes later.
"Yeah?" I asked, turning my attention away from the TV.
"Will you go to prom with me?"
"Prom isn't until next year...."
"I know, but I want to go with you."
"What if we hate eachother by then? Ask me next year."
"I could never hate you."
The second he said that I knew I wanted to be with him, not just go to prom with him. The next day I told Ryan I wouldn't want to go to the prom unless it was with him.
Prom was at a hotel, so it was no surpirse that there was a scramble to get a room.
"Ryan if you get a room I will take away your manhood." I threatened.
"The thought hadn't even crossed my mind." He said, kissing me gently on the lips.
I loved how even when I threatened him, he could still turn the moment around and make me weak in the knees.
Prom night rolled around and all six of us, that is Brendon, his date, Jess (or J-Mart as everyone at school called her...for some reason?), Spencer, his girlfriend Liza, Ryan and I, were at Spencer's house, taking pictures.
I had had Liza and J-Mart over my house to get ready. I liked both of them a lot, it was nice to finally have some girls in my life...I had hardly spoken to any of my "friends" that I had before Ryan, Spencer, and Brendon came along since Sophmore year.
I didn't have to look hard for a dress. The moment I saw it I knew it was the one.
I'm going to be totally cool right now and post a picture of the dress...yeah, I know you're jealous of my coolness...
Ok, on with the story....
I wore silver bangles nearly up to my elbow, for obvious reasons. My hair was down, but pulled back from my face, with the exception of my bangs. My dress was floor length, so in true "me" style I opted to not wear painful heels, and try and get away with my beat up converse. I thought it would be fun, maybe make a good story later. My make-up was simple, but when I emerged from the bathroom, I'm pretty sure Liza and Jess's jaws hit the hard wood floor....hard.
"You...look...gorgeous!" Jess exclaimed.
I begged to differ. I stood in front of my mirror. I looked emaciated. Probably because I was. That is no ones fault but my own. The dress probably weighed more than me as it clung to my small frame. I was skin and barely bones. Tears stung at my eyes.
Not now, you'll ruin your make-up.
My self image was distorted, I was emaciated, and only Ryan and Brendon knew the real story behind it, until now I had been able to hide the fact that I hadn't gotten any better under big sweatshirts and baggy jeans, but now, you couldn't hide anything in this dress, Ryan would know that I had been lying to him when I told him I was better.
I really did look pretty though, for one night I was almost happy with the way I looked. Almost being the key word.
"I wish I was a skinny as you." Liza commented and she applied her make-up.
I just rolled my eyes. They had no idea.
Jess, Liza and I walked through Spencer's front door. Their parents were already there, so were Spencer's parents, Brendon's parents, and Ryan's mom. My mother was no where to be found, I wasn't expecting her to be there, but I still felt a twinge of sadness in the pit of my stomach. Thankfully Mrs. Urie took enough pictures to open her own art exibit.
"Boys!" Mrs. Smith called upstairs, "You three had better get down here before your dates realize that they are much too beautiful to be going with you." She joked.
All of the parents laughed and we tried to surpress giggles.
The three boys emerged from Spencer's room. Ryan stopped dead in his tracks at the top of the stairs when he saw me. Spencer hit him, and Brendon hit Spencer, almost sending Ryan flying down the stairs, he had to hold onto the railing for dear life.
Cue more surpressing of giggles.
"Brie, you look amazing." Ryan kissed me when he reached me. Someone captured that on camera.
"Right back atcha, stud." I laughed and kissed him playfully on the lips.
"Ok, pictures, pictures. We don't want you to be late." Mrs. Ross said.
We took our pictures and a half and hour later we were crowding into what was possibly the smallest limo in the world, but hey, it was still a limo, and that was a big deal.
Upon arrival at the hotel, which was on the infamous Las Vegas Strip, I lifted the skirt of my dress as I climbed the stairs, showing my converse.
"Are you wearing chucks?" Ryan, who was walking right behind me said as he tried to stifle a laugh.
"Maybe I am."
"I wouldn't expect anything less." He said, wrapping he arms around me from behing and kissing my neck.
The setting was nothing less than amazing. I had to take a moment to let it all sink it, it was beautiful. Nothing special or exciting happened to the six of us at prom. No one was named prom king. Or queen. No drama (which I'm deffinately not complaining about). But it was the most amazing night of my life none the less.
I even danced with Brendon.
I was semi zoned out, sitting at a table when I snapped back to reality when I heard my favorite song.
The strands in your eyes
That color them wonderful
Stop me and steal my breath
Emeralds from mountains
Thrust towards the sky
Never revealing their depth
My eyes darted around the room for Ryan. He was standing twenty feet away talking to Spencer. I couldn't help but smile because he was mid sentence when he just turned away from Spencer and made his was over to me.
"Will you dance with me?" Ryan asked, holding out his hand.
I took it and we made our way to the middle of the dance floor. We were surrounded by couples, but I had no idea.
"You remembered." I whispered, his forhead resting against mine.
"How could I forget?"
We danced until the song finally faded out.
"I love you Ry." I said softly, touching his cheek.
"I love you, too, Brie." He kissed me passionatly on the lips.
"Boys!" I heard Mrs. Smith yelling from downstairs."You three had better get down here before your dates realize that they are much too beautiful to be going with you."
When I came out from Spencer's room and caught my first glimpse of Brie, I fell in love with her all over again. I stopped dead in my trackes, almost causing a domino effect as Spencer ran into me, and Brendon hit Spencer.
"Brie, you look amazing." I told her, meaning it 100%
She did look very skinny, though. I didn't want to bring it up now. I'd adress it later.
"Right back atcha, stud." She laughed. I loved her laugh almost as much as her.
When we were walking up the stairs into the hotel, I noticed she was wearing her beat up old converse. I chuckled to myself and asked, "Are you wearing Chucks?"
"Maybe I am." \
"I wouldn't expect anything less." God, I loved her. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her neck.
I was having a good time. Brie was talking with J-Mart and I was talking to Spencer.
"Dude, I'm telling you it's-" But I stopped, mid sentence when I heard a song come over the PA. It was "I'll Be" by the Goo Goo Dolls, Brie's favorite song.
I didn't bother waste any more time explaining myself to Spencer, so I just turned around and made my way over to Brie.
"Will you dance with me?" I asked, holding out my hand like Austin did in A Cinderella Story.
I wouldn't have remembered that if it was some other girl who said it was her favorite, but because it was Brie's favorte scene, I had it memorized.
She took my hand and we danced until the song ended.
"You remembered." She whispered.
"How could I forget?"
Honestly, how could I forget? This was something that made her happy, and I wanted nothing more than to make her happy.
We danced until the song ended.
"I love you, Ry."
"I love you, too, Brie." I said before putting all the feeling I felt for her into a kiss.
I'll be your crying shoulder
I'll be love suicide
I'll be better when I'm older
I'll be the greatest fan of your life
Hi face. Message me pleeeaaase.
