Butterflies twist and turn throughout my stomach as the clock approaches four, the time he should be here. I run my hands down the front of my dress to straighten it, the sparkle of glitter and sequins shining as the light glistens through the window. I checked the mirror for the fifteenth time in the last ten minutes, trying to make sure my hair was how I imagined it. I pull out the small bottle of baby pink lip gloss and roll it across my smile which is beaming with excitement and nerves. I catch my sister gazing in my direction and a grin appears across her face. “You look beautiful,” she reassures me, just as I hear the car pull into the driveway. I step outside and see him, holding a beautiful bouquet of flowers that match the color of my dress. I embrace him and his clean cologne scent and feel my nerves settle. We hear snap after snap, as we pose in front of the house. We then walk to the car and immediately everything feels normal. It feels as if I’ve known him for a long time and that it wasn’t our first date. We emerge in conversation and the topics flow with ease. We have dinner with his teammates and their dates and laughter and smiles are shared around the table. It is then time to leave, to finally make it to the main event.He takes my hand in his and we embark on what I’ve waited for: junior prom.
