Faye Goes to Prom!

Faye's been blogging her quest for a prom date since January. You picked out her (gorgeous) dress. Now find out how her big day went! —Sparkitors

15 weeks spent looking for a Prom date.

14 dresses tried on.

17 posts on SparkNotes.

1 Happily Ever After...

... in 4-inch heels, I paced back and forth in front of our living room window. “Wouldn’t it be funny if he doesn’t show up?”

“You know, Mom, I really don’t think I’d find that humorous,” I replied. My phone buzzed in the other room, and I raced to catch it, only to see one missed call displayed on the screen. I redialed the number and he picked up, “Hey, I’m going to be, like, ten minutes late.” I was back to pacing, since I was banned from sitting on the furniture with my dress on.

“Does he drive a Mercedes?” my mom asked from the front window, “Because I think he’s here.” I opened the door as he was walking up the driveway. Shoot.

“I need the flower thingy!”

While my mom found the boutonniere in the refrigerator, I greeted my date and his parents. Charming looked ever a prince in a classic black tux with a light pink vest and tie, and nothing like the guy in last week’s stock photo who may or may not have been in a 90s boy band. Anyway, I attempted to pin on his flower, failed, and his mom took over. Charming had a much easier time putting the corsage on my wrist. A hundred photos later and we were finally ready to head to the school to take more pictures.

I rode with Prince Charming in his car, a step down from his parents’ Mercedes but an entire flight of stairs above my mom’s minivan. We talked about school, summer plans, how McDonalds has the best french fries, normal date stuff like that. After an hour of picture taking at the school, we were on our way to Prom in the party bus. Charming and I were squeezed into the back, giving us very little room to breathe but total control over the radio. Worth it.

Walking into the ballroom was like stepping into a fairytale. Marble floors and columns, crystal chandeliers, a spiral staircase, and all of our teachers in formal wear. Charming was, well, charming the entire night. As we got in line for food, he gestured for me to go ahead.

When the DJ decided it was time to slow things down after the first 10 minutes of music, I turned to my date.

“I guess we should probably dance.” I put my hands on his shoulders, and he wrapped his arms around my waist, and we sang horribly off key to the sappy love songs, deciding that every power ballad should have an air guitar solo. It was perfect. At midnight, the fairytale had to end, and we all piled back into our party bus which thankfully hadn’t turned into a pumpkin.

My prince fell asleep on the way back to the school with his arm around my shoulder. It was adorable. I rested my head on him for a few minutes, during which my friend took several photos for Facebook. Charming woke up when we arrived at school, which had been transformed for Post Prom. Our school kind of goes all out: Laser tag in the upstairs hallways, poker tables in the cafeteria, inflatable bouncers in the gym, airbrush tattoos, photo booths, play until you win games, movies screening in the courtyard, all the free food you can eat, and awesome goody bags to take home. (Mine had a Vera Bradley inside!) Epic win. I found Charming asleep in the gym at the end of the night, err, technically early morning, looking too adorable to wake up.

After washing what was left of my make-up off my face, taking all the bobby pins out of my hair (137, I counted), and hanging up my dress, I fell asleep around 6:00 AM Monday morning. When this post goes up, I’ll be having my very last day of high school. Weird. What’s next for me? Faye’s Super Awesome Summer (in which Faye looks desperately for a summer job which pays money and where there are summer fling worthy guys) followed by Faye Goes to College!

Apparently my college has a Prom-like annual Winter Formal. Hmmm…

-Faye :)

Ahhh, do you think Faye and Charming should date for the summer?

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