Prom would be fun, right? DEFINITELY not for you. You haven't even been yet, and you already want to go home. You and Pete were walking to dinner, hands in his pockets as he laughed and joked with you, not noticing how uncomfortable you looked walking in your heels. Oh, how they were so pretty though, and they matched your outfit perfectly, how could you not wear them?

Pete looks down at you and stifles a laugh, "Baby, what's wrong with ya? You're over there doin' the herp walk, hun-", he laughs and slaps a hand over his mouth, noticing your seriousness. "I-I didn't mean it, baby, I know you ain't got herpes, it was a joke."

Shooting him a glare before you stop in the middle of the sidewalk and whine, looking up at him as if you wanted him to read your mind and know what's wrong without having to tell him.

He stops and looks at you, "hey princess, what's wrong? We're almost there- it's only two blocks away babydoll, c'mon, you want me to carry you there?" he says before you nod eagerly and he picks you up, putting you on his back with a sigh.