It was lucky for Victoria that she had not broken her hand when she had punched Nathan. Only a few bruises, and she was fine. Oh, and not only to mention she never got one call from the dean about her punching another student. She marked that date on her calendar with a smile; reminding herself that was day she finally stood up for herself.

It was March and things were starting to get warmer. Three more months and Victoria’s junior year would be over. And then there was Alex, who would be graduating high school. It was during this time that Victoria actually started thinking about her future. She knew that she had only known Alex almost a year, but she couldn’t help dread the fact he would be graduating. She didn’t know what his plans were after high school―college or work or whatever―but she could most likely guarantee it didn’t involve her. They were going to be high school sweethearts, and nothing more.

She tried to let these negative thoughts pass and enjoy the moments she had with him. Like on Valentine’s Day, they had spent the day watching movies and drinking from a random bottle in Alex’s father’s liquor cabinet, seeing as his parents weren’t home on that day. They didn’t need to buy each other chocolates and flowers, they just needed each other. (But, in all honesty, Victoria threatened to break Alex’s neck if he had gotten her flowers or chocolate.)

Victoria was surprised to see it was just hitting sixty degrees outside on a lazy Sunday morning. She had plans to go to All Time Low’s practice that day and was happy the warm weather was on their side. She got up from her bed and rubbed her eyes, looking out her sunny window. Running a hand through her messy hair, she saw Alex at his window too, bare-chested and all. He smiled his amazing lopsided grin at her while waving good morning. She bit the inside of her cheek to stop her grinning big as she waved back and went to the bathroom to get dressed.

All Time Low’s success had skyrocketed. Victoria didn’t mind the constant girls and guys wanting to talk with them anymore. Actually, she rather enjoyed seeing the guys happy at their sudden want. It was funny and she loved seeing them happy. The band had also managed to make a demo, planning on sending it in to a record label soon. Also, with the help of a long-time friend of Jack’s, they made an EP called “The Three Words To Remember In Dealing With The End” and sold copies at school. Jack even made Victoria wear a shirt to advertise with the words written in red sharpie: “BUY ATL’S EP, FUCKER.” Sadly, she got in trouble for wearing that.

Once she was dressed, she made her way down to Rian’s house. Alex said the day before he was going there earlier than Victoria and if it was okay if she walked. She didn’t mind at all, seeing as it was a beautiful day outside and she could also grab a coffee from Dunkin’s on her way.

She arrived at Rian’s and was surprised at how eerily quiet it was. There was no sound of strumming guitars or the constant hammering of drums coming from the garage. Had she literally gone deaf from going to all of these practices? Probably not, but it was still odd.

Crouching down, she lifted the garage door and pushed it up. As soon as she pulled it up, she was greeted with the fantastic and loud noise of a guitar, bass, and drums. She could barely even focused on the scene as she heard Alex’s voice ring in her ears, “I’m sitting here wishing for something that’s missing, I’m waiting for you to tell me that time keeps on passing …”

She knew this song already. It was the song he had kept secret and wrote for her on their new EP. But why the surprise? What made this time so special to debut it in front of her?

The last vibration of a guitar string sounded, and Alex stood from his seat on a small amp. He left his arms open, waiting for her to say something, and as tacky as it sounded, she was speechless. “That was amazing,” she finally breathed out.

“Glad you liked it,” he smiled, holding her close, “because it’s for you.”

“I hate you for keeping it from me.” She said, softly hitting his chest with a grin. “But thank you.”

Jack snapped his fingers. “Come on, dude. Will you just ask her already?”

Victoria looked back at Alex with an eyebrow raised. “This better not be a marriage proposal.”

“It’s not,” he sneered with a smirk, “even though we all know you’re dying for the amazing honeymoon sex.”

She hit his arm again as she laughed. “Alright, what’s the question?”

“Okay,” he said, clearing his throat dramatically and cupping both her cheeks with his hands. “Miss Hamilton, seeing as you loved that beautiful melody I wrote for you, may I be so bold and ask for you to attend senior prom with me?”

Victoria widened her eyes. Prom? She had never thought for a second about going to prom before, seeing as she never thought anyone would ask her. “What?” was the only word to escape from her mouth.

“You’re ruining the moment.” Jack muttered to her, causing Rian to channel a ba-dum-tiss from his drums.

She blinked her eyes a few times, finally staring deep into Alex’s brown orbs. “Yes,” she chuckled. “Yes, I will go to prom with you.”

The band erupted in an uproarious applause while Rian played on his drum set for his approval. Alex kissed her passionately, pulling away after a moment so Victoria could laugh at the band’s reaction. He pulled her close by her waist and looked down at her, whispering, “Prom can’t be that bad, right?”

She smiled his way and shrugged. “Wait ‘til you hear the music.”

Notes

Ahhhh, can you smell prom blooming in the air? xD
Rock on \m/ :D