Credited to: scattered.inhibitions
"A night in Vegas" was prom's theme. I was innocently sitting at a table with Stephanie, awaiting her date's return. Stephanie and I both being Sophomores, we were both guests of seniors.
I had come with my best friend Jennifer, and Stephanie came with a dude named Michael. One of the 15 dudes named Michael in our area. Michael, Stephanie and Jessica are names that are often encountered around here.
"So Ginnie, I think you and John would make a good couple. I mean, you're both Naruto freaks, and have an insane obsession with video games and internet RPG's." Stephanie stated casually, catching me off guard.
"What? No effing way. He's so" I yelled angrily.
"So what?" she prodded. My face flushed. I thought back.
"He is almost as bad as Mitch O'Regan!" I shouted over the deafening beat of 'Low' by Flo Rider featuring T. Pain. We shuddered in unison, recalling the stalker-boy from a few years back.
You know, the kind of kid who sings 'Meet Virginia' every time you walk in, and write 'Get well soon, my sweet Virginia' on the card your sister has your friends sign when you miss track-meet weekend. Seriously, we were thrilled when he moved to Hawaii.
Anyway, Steph shook her head and continued.
"I think Michael Parker (her ex-boyfriend) might like you too. He has been talking to you an awful lot at Club G" she trailed, smiling as she watched my face turn from bright red to ghostly white.
"W-what do you mean? I thought he still liked you!" I stuttered.
"Did I ever mention that he likes Redheads?" I felt my last grip on sanity grow weak as I watched my friends twirl around the dance floor. I focused on the couples I knew, and tried to drown out the maniacal laughter erupting next to me.
"Hey, look!" Steph pointed at some guy about 20 feet away.
"Do you remember Clint Ferguson from 4th grade?" She asked, laughing.
"Yeah" I answered, confused as to why such a random subject had appeared.
"That boy over there" she pointed again, clarifying her target "is Clint."
I watched as the boy I now recognized as 4th grade's heart-throb skipped and twirled around the left half of the dance floor, high-fiveing teachers and innocent, undeserving bystanders at random.
He was wearing a nice tuxedo without the jacket, shiny black shoes, and a tie, just as any sane guy would when going to the biggest school event of the year. Exept, one thing was out of place.
He was wearing the ugliest Adidas sweatband I have ever seen.
"Wow, he's changed." I said, barely recovered from shock. Steph shifted in her seat so she could watch him do a hop-skip-jump back across the floor.
"Yeah, for the worse too. The cute ones always go insane. Is it the same for Homeschoolers?" she asked. I laughed.
"I dunno. Homeschoolers are weird regardless of how cute they are. We're just a strange American sub-culture." I sighed, watching Clint dance crazily with a few other people.
"But, I've never seen someone turn into Skippy the Woodland Fairy before!"
Randomness is a key to happieness...
Thanks for reading.
XD
. I hope you enjoyed my crazy boy-problem conversation, as well as the infininte hillarity of caffiene pills combined with hormonally unstable guys!
-Yuki
