It was time. It was the night I had waited for all my life. It was the night of the prom. I was in my room, getting ready. I had already put on the beautiful dress I had gotten two months previous, and I was currently standing in front of the mirror, trying to decide how to fix my hair. Nothing looked right. I tried to French-braid it, but that didn't look right somehow. It looked too artificial. I wanted to look natural tonight. Then I tried just leaving it down, but that wasn't special enough. Although I did want to look natural, I also wanted to look nice. I tried putting it up in a ponytail like I did for gymnastics, and that was better, but it still wasn't what I wanted. Finally I decided to leave it alone for a while while I painted my nails. After looking through the few bottles I had, I decided none of those would work tonight.
I immediately went across the hall to Anne's room and knocked on the door. "Hey Anne," I said when she opened the door, "could I look through your nail polishes? I don't have the right color."
"Sure. I bet I know which one you want, too!" She went back in her room, returning with a bottle of pale lavender polish. "Will this one work?"
I smiled. "That's perfect, Anne. Thank you so much!"
She grinned back. "No problem. I know you want to look your best for Taylor tonight!" I blushed, but before I could say anything, she changed the subject. "How are you going to do your hair, anyway?"
"I don't know. I've tried everything I can think of, but nothing looks right. Do you have any suggestions?"
She thought for a minute. "What about a half-ponytail, like we usually have to wear it for the dance recital?"
"Oh, that is perfect! Thank you so much! Only...I think it might look better if I used a clip, rather than an actual ponytail. It would look a little nicer, I think."
"Good idea," she replied. "Which clip?"
I hadn't thought about that. I searched my room and the bathroom for a good clip, but I couldn't find one. Finally, I decided to just do a half-ponytail like Anne had suggested, rejecting the clip idea. After several minutes of fussing with it, I was finally satisfied. By the time I was finally ready, it was 7:15. Taylor had promised to pick me up by 7:30. I sat down with a book, intending to read until Taylor arrived, but I was too nervous and excited to read. I could not wait for Taylor to arrive.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the doorbell rang. I immediately ran to answer it. I opened the door, to see Taylor standing there, looking more handsome than I had ever seen him. As I opened the door, I saw his eyes widen, and I felt my cheeks start to turn pink again.
"Hey Moni," he said. "You are so beautiful, you know that?"
For once, I did not blush. Instead I smiled. He always knew exactly what to say to me. "You're really handsome, too. I can't wait to see my friends' reactions!"
"Oh?" he asked, looking at me quizzically.
"No one except Michelle knows that I'm going out with you. In fact, most of my friends will be so shocked that I even have a date. I cannot wait to see the looks on their faces!" Just then, I remembered something. "Taylor, there might be a problem tonight."
"What problem could there possibly be tonight?"
"Most of my friends...um...aren't exactly Hanson fans. In fact, most of them are...well, you know..."
"Hanson haters?"
"Yeah. I just thought I'd let you know now."
"Thank you for telling me, but I'm not going to let a few haters prevent me from having a wonderful night with my girlfriend."
I smiled shyly at the sound of that. I still wasn't used to being someone's girlfriend. "We should probably go now," I said.
"Yeah, that would be good. Let's go!" We got in Taylor's car and left for the prom.
Chapter 41
Love Takes Time
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