My Brother's Best Friend

Chap. 46

"Have you seen the theme for Prom?" Michelle asked me, waving flyer around in the air.

"No," I said, grabbing the flyer from her.

"Mardi Gras?" I asked, looking up at Michelle.

"I'm pissed," she informed me.

"It could be okay?"

"No way! That's like the stupidest prom theme the Senior Council could've possibly chosen."

"Well I'm sure there were worse ones on the table."

"Stop playing martyr and get angry with me."

I handed off the flyer to a passing Freshman, who just gave me an odd look.

"I'm still going to rock prom, lame theme or not," I informed her, looping my arm through hers. "And so will you."

"Me and my single ass? Yeah right."

"We'll find a smoking hot date."

"Unless his name is Zac Efron, I'm not interested."

"I'll find you someone," I promised.

"No thank you."

"Well we'll at least go prom dress shopping together."

She shrugged as we headed to lunch. "I guess that will suffice."

I rolled my eyes, holding the lunchroom door open for her. "And plus, who said I even had a date?"

"Hello bozo, you're dating Parker Adams."

"Yeah, but he hasn't even mentioned the word Prom, let alone asked me."

"He will ask you," she promised, dropping her backpack on our lunch table.

I wasn't too doubtful, but I just shrugged for Michelle's sake.

Parker had been super sweet and romantic lately, which was highly unlike him.

So I was looking forward to his Prom ask.

~*~

"So it's the week before Prom," I pointed out to Michelle, as she laid out across my couch.

"And?"

"Parker still hasn't mentioned Prom. Tickets are going to sell out! Not to mention all the good dresses."

"So then mention it to him."

I raised my eyebrows at her.

"Who said that the boy has to ask the girl? This isn't the 19th century," Michelle scoffed. "Ask him to prom. He's your boyfriend."

"I can't do that."

"Well why not?"

"Because it's unnatural."

"So is watching old recordings of Wendell & Vinnie because the show was so bad that it was cancelled, but you seem to do that too."

"So I just, like, ask him to prom?"

"Just like he'd ask you."

That seemed so foreign, so strange.

"For God's sake, you're not asking the boy to marry you," Michelle huffed.

"Okay," I agreed. "You're such a bully."

"It's for your own good." She pulled up Pinterest on her phone, mirroring it onto the Apple TV. "Now let's find a cute way to ask the boy."

~*~

"I cannot believe I'm doing this," Emmett said, rolling his eyes.

"The agony," I exaggerated, laying my hand across my forehead.