What did you do? You just royally upset your best friend. Racing after Sarah, you manage to catch up to her in the parking lot.
"Sarah, I'm sorry," You stammer, out of breath.
"What's gotten into you today?" Sarah cries out. "You've been acting strange all day."
"It's because I know who I want to go to Prom with," You blurt out.
"Oh really? Who is it, Jason? Tommy?" Sarah rolls her eyes.
"You, Sarah," You answer, keeping your gaze averted to the ground.
"Me?" Sarah replies, unable to form a complete sentence.
"Yes, you," You answer. "You've been my best friend since kindergarten. I want you to be my date for the dance."
"Of course I will!" Sarah answers gleefully, giving you a hug. Her anger vanishing completely.
The week flies by and soon it is the morning of the dance. You drive over to Sarah's house and the two of you spend the morning getting your hair and nails done at the local salon. Thankfully, Sarah's mother agreed to pay for everything. It was one of the benefits to having friends with rich parents.
The dance itself was wonderful. You and Sarah went to a fancy restaurant beforehand and had a grand time. At the dance you had your photos taken together, where Sarah swept you off your feet. The two of you danced all night together, you even allowed several of the boys to cut-in every now and again.
By the time you returned to Sarah's house you were both exhausted. Your parents had agreed to let you spend the night at Sarah's. As Sarah was looking herself over in the mirror, preparing to undress, you walk up behind her and wrap your arms tightly around her waist.
"You looked beautiful tonight," You whisper, before kissing her on her neck.
"You looked pretty sexy, yourself," Sarah replies, making eye contact with you in the mirror.
You let slowly unzip Sarah's dress and help her step out of it. She walks behind you, wraps her arms tightly around your waist and kisses you on the neck before giggling. It's now her turn to unzip your dress and help you out of it.
The two of you are standing in Sarah's room dressed only in your underwear. Your nervous hands begin to caress each other, and slowly you kiss for the first time.
Graduation quickly came and went, as did summer vacation. You found yourself spending more and more time time with Sarah as you prepared to move off to college. You had planned to go to the same college before you started dating, and you were glad that you had even though you weren't roommates the first semester.
By the time that your senior year approached, you and Sarah were madly in love with each other. Most of your time was spent with each other and you could not imagine anyone else making you as happy as she did.
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