Post by Andrea Rose Watson on Jun 22, 2012 18:27:19 GMT -7
For the previous year, Andrea opted to avoid the prom altogether. She didn't see the point in going when she did not have a date, and was not the most social person in the first place. Sure, she could hang out with her friends, but some of them had dates, and she hated to hang behind and feel like the third wheel. It made sense, right? She didn't want to seem like a spoilsport, so it was better that she wasn't there in the first place in that instance. At least that was how she saw it.
This year was different. This year she was going, because this year she had a date.
Even so, she was still nervous as hell. The mask she was wearing only helped somewhat, as people could probably still tell who she was by her hair and her height. She was taller than most girls her age, and on top of that she was wearing heels. In fact, wearing a mask with heels was probably not a good idea on it's own, especially as Andrea wasn't used to walking in heels in this life. She'd already nearly tripped over her feet a couple of times, though thankfully at these sorts of events girls had a tendency to take their shoes off. Though the likelihood of Andrea actually getting down in the middle of a dance floor, masked or not, was very small.
She entered the gymnasium, nearly tripping over her own feet once more as she tried to spot Harold out of the crowd. Maybe they should have found a place to meet first, and then headed to the gym together? It was already difficult enough spotting someone you knew in a crowd. Adding masks to the mix didn't help one bit...
Word count: 297
To: Dante/Harold
Notes: Voila!
