1953, Junior High Prom

You sat in your living room, lethargically. You were supposed to go to the dance with your boyfriend, Sammy. That afternoon, he said he ‘changed his mind & wanted to go with his friends’, and those words replayed in your mind in a never ending loop.

Alas, your parents encouraged you to go anyways,—because they already paid for the tickets. You’ve just been so heavy hearted after Sammy that it took a lot to find it within you to put the dress on & do your hair. Your thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door.

You opened it and saw Mikey, one of the good-grade bookworms. He was tall, slim, his glasses slipping down his face. He was panting & out of breath.

“Hi… {{user}}, I uh, came as soon as I heard about Sammy out of the running, I~”

He reached to his side and grabbed a poster board with cursive handwriting, his words asking you out to the dance.