of the Prom
Kay couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed as she rushed from
the banquet hall. She had exactly four hours to get her hair and make-up done, get dressed, and be back at the
hall. Sighing, she placed her foot on the gas petal and drove quickly through town.
When she reached home, she practically sprinted from the front door to her bedroom. Once there, she changed into
her boxers and tee-shirt and ran to the bathroom. Sitting down on the side of the bath tub, she turned the water
on and grabbed her razor and shaving cream. Carefully she wet her legs so not to get her boxers wet, and applied
the peach smelling shaving cream. Wetting her razor, she cautiously guided the blade up her legs, removing the
short stubble that had grown since she last shaved.
After cleaning up, she returned to her room and sat down in front of her vanity. Lightly she applied her Oil of
Olay cream before smearing on a foundation. Once through she reached for her powder and applied that. Deep purple
eye shadow was gently brushed onto her lids, and a light crimson blush was added to her cheeks. Eyeliner and mascara
followed up, and finally she put her favorite berry colored lipstick on. A light gloss went over that, and she
pressed her lips together to spread the color.
Standing up, she looked into the mirror and checked her image. It wasn’t perfect, but it was the best she could
do. Walking over to her closet, she striped from her boxers and put on her suntan colored nylons. She stripped
her shirt and bra from her body, and put on her flesh colored strapless bra. Finally she moved to her dress, and
carefully slid in on. Once in place she shut her closet door and looked in the mirror that hung on the back. Her
make-up was still in place, and her outfit was perfect. All she had to do was get on her shoes and have her mother
do her hair.
Stepping out of the room, she couldn’t help but feel self-conscious and crossed her arms over her chest. Gingerly
she walked down the stairs and into the front hallway. Finding her strappy dark gray shoes, she slipped them on
and walked into the living room.
Her father’s sharp intake of oxygen startled her, and she placed a hand over her heart.
"God dad, are you trying to give me a heart attack?"
"I should ask you the same question." Sam remarked.
"Funny dad. But you already okayed this outfit, so don’t even start." Kay warned.
"I should never have agreed to letting Hank chaperone. That was a mistake." Sam whined.
"Oh please. That was one of the smartest things you’ve done in a long time." Kay rolled her eyes and
sat down on the couch across from her father, who was seated in the Lay-Z-Boy. "Is mom done with Charity’s
"Nope. She will be soon though."
"I hope so. I’ve gotta be at school in, well...two hours." Kay said, looking at her watch.
"That’s plenty of time." Sam remarked.
"Dad, for a guy, yes. Not for a girl. Hair gives us issues. It doesn’t like to cooperate." Kay replied,
grabbing a clump of her hair in her fist.
"How’d the hall look?" Sam asked, deciding to change the subject.
"It’s fabulous. It looks like something outta a movie." Kay answered dreamily.
"What’s the theme?"
"Starry Night. The background is black, and little stars are everywhere. The pictures are going to turn out
"Chad DJing?" Sam asked.
"Yes. It’s going to be so much fun." Kay giddily answered.
"I know! I so can’t wait!" Charity commented as she came into the room. She still wore her jeans and
tee-shirt, but her hair was perfect. She had a few curls trickling down her face, and the rest was pulled back
into loops around each other.
"Charity, you look great." Kay sincerely said.
"Really? You think Miguel will like my hair?" Charity anxiously asked. "He’ll love it." Kay
reassures. Charity ran over to Kay and enveloped her in a joyous hug.
"Next?" Grace called out from the kitchen door.
"I guess that would be me. Go on Charity, you’d better get ready, this is a formal affair." Kay joked
as she left her cousin’s arms and walked to the kitchen.
Hank nervously paced the floor in Beth’s living room. He still couldn’t believe that they were going to prom together.
Sure it was his niece’s prom, but it was a prom none-the-less. And the fact that she asked him still knocked the
wind out of him. Their phone call was becoming a favorite memory of his.
<I>"Hello?" Hank said, answering the phone after the forth ring.
"Hi Hank. Sorry, did I catch you in the dark room?" Beth asked.
"Yeah, but it’s okay. How are ya Beth? Still in shock?"
"Shock? Over what?"
"The Prom." Hank answered as if it was common knowledge.
"No." Beth denied. "That’s kinda why I called though."
"Yes, I have to rent a tux. You don’t have to remind me." Hank said into the phone in an annoyed tone.
Beth’s giggling was her reply, and he sank down into a chair, weak from the sound.
"No silly, although I should have reminded you of that too. I was wondering, if, well, um..You wanna go with
me?" Beth stuttered.
"Sure." Hank replied, his heart fluttering at the thought. She had actually asked him to prom.
"That’s great. I didn’t want to take another guy there. It’s not really ideal for a first date." Beth
rambled off. ‘God, why’d I have to say that.’ she thought.
"Hey, what are friends for?" Hank replied, his face falling as he realized how she’d always think of
him. The lovable friend who you could always count on in a jam. That’s Hank Bennett. "I’ll pick you up, okay?"
Hank heard himself ask.
"Great. See you then, if not sooner." Beth said, ending the conversation.</I>
Hank shook his head at his thoughts. No, it was just a friend taking a friend to chaperone a high school dance.
She didn’t think any more of it, so he shouldn’t.
"Hank? How do I look?" Beth asked, stepping out from the hallway that led towards her bedroom and bathroom.
"Amazing. Picture perfect." Hank breathed out, his chest constricting.