Prom was really nice. It's not that the decorations were any good, or the music wasn't horrible, because they really were, but I got to see a lot of my friends who go to Apollo, and others who aren't in any of my classes. It was nice to get to talk to them.
So we were going out to Jason's car, from the restaurant, and he all of the sudden says something like, "I can't dance." I said well that's okay, because I don't dance either. So I went in there with the idea that he didn't want to dance, which was fine with me. We were in there for a while, I was talking to Blake and some other people, and people started bugging me about dancing, and even later than that, Jason starts saying, " If you want to dance, just tell me." I'm like okay, and went on. He just kept saying that, and the others kept bugging me, and finally I'm like ALRIGHT!!! So we went out and danced and he was like ,"Isn't this a lot nicer than just sitting there?" We must have looked really weird, because he's well over 6 ft. tall, and I'm about 5'5. I had to practically look up at the ceiling to even talk to him.