She hasn’t seen him for 2 weeks because he was sick. She wasn’t even sure if he was coming tonight. Fiddling with the black feathers on her clutch, she walked inside the room with her friends.
She breathed a sigh of relief when she finally saw him standing with one of their friends, looking healthy, and of course, handsome in his tux.
“Aren’t you contagious?” she joked.
His eyes widened when he saw her. He was used to seeing her every day in uniform and straight-I-just-woke-up kind of hair that the sight of her in a midnight blue gown and delicate curls tonight, surprised him. He almost forgot her name in his sudden nervousness.
“Are you seriously planning on being mean to me on prom night?” They always bantered to mask the weird awkwardness between them.
“Just kidding. I’m happy you recovered from your chicken pox just in time for prom,” she smiled genuinely and for a moment, there was sweetness in her eyes.
The whole night, the two of them kept stealing glances at each other. When the prom queen was announced, he gathered his courage and tapped her shoulder, “I’m sorry you didn’t get to win as queen. You should’ve.”
She wasn’t even part of the running finalists for prom queen, she actually didn’t care about those kind of things. It sounded like a pick up line, but there was sincerity in his voice and she felt as if she had won.
After the dinner, he danced with his date, who sadly, wasn’t her.
She danced with her friend, her feet getting heavier with every turn.
For the rest of the night, in the arms of others, they wondered how it would’ve felt like if they were in each others’ arms.