prom 2.0

Homecoming was rolling around the corner last sepetember. Me being freshly able to date, I pretty much tatooed "Come and get it boys" on my forehead, and was dropping hints like crazy because I really wanted to go to Homecoming. In the deep deep back corner of my mind, I had a little glimmer of hope that the quarter back of the football team, Jackson Dunford would ask me. But he was way too cool for me, and way too handsome. I watched every single one of my friends get asked to the dance, and quickly started realizing I probably wasnt going to get asked and that was okay! I totally made myself okay with it, and I was dead set on the fact that I wasn't going to go.

So on a random wednesday night, like 2 weeks before homecoming, my best friend tristen walks in the door. I wouldnt have suspected anything if it wasn't 11:00 at night. She just came and sat down as if she was just going to sit and watch dance moms with me, but Im smart. Im a smart girl. I immediately smelled "distraction" and shot tristen a look that she returned with a shaky smile and a
"What are you talking about ha.. ha.."

I darted for the door. Screw the surprise, I wanted to know who was asking me. Right then and there. I was anxious, you guys. I was smart, but not smart enough because I forgot tristen does cross fit which already makes her 10x better than me in general, especially in a fight.

okay we didnt "fight" but she down right tackled me on my kitchen floor as I was reaching for the door and using my last bit of energy to crawl outside. Long story short: She won. I pouted like a little kid in time out, until I heard a knock on the door and sprinted as fast as I could. Tristen didn't stop me this time, and I immediately saw a trail of candles leading to the back of my house.

I really didn't even have to see who asked me, because the candles won me over. But can you imagine, how fast my heart started beating when I saw the CUTEST Senior guy, standing there?
Jackson was so nervous, holding up a sign that said
"Baby you light up my world like nobody else. Will you go to Homecoming with me?

*cue one direction fan girls screaming out of jealousy*

The homecoming game was incredible and I watched my hot date score like 5 touchdowns as usual.
The dance was the next day, and we also had our first kiss. Is it okay to note that I made the first move? Does that make me bad A? Cause I did. And we were fresh, and so so awkward. Like this one part of the night, J was trying to be suave and romantic and he lifted me up, but the buttons on his cuffs got stuck to the bottom of my dress which was entirely made of lace. My entire dress came up and I probably screamed, which is not the best thing to do when your bum is already out for the whole school to see. We spent a couple minutes getting ourselves out of that one, but he was so nice, and so charming and made me feel comfortable the entire night. I could not believe the coolest guy actually wanted to be seen with me  wanted to go out with me. It was a dream.

FLASH FORWARD SEVEN MONTHS

Finding a dress for prom proved harder than expected. This was my conversation with my mom every day after school.

Mom: "Indy look at these dresses"
Me: *mentally prepares myself for showdown*
Mom: Do you like this one?
Me: Nahhh
Mom: well how about this one?
Me: Nahhh

after repeating this for 15 minutes, my mom would furiously exit the room, indicating my victory.
Finally we found a beaut from my trusty shop ASOS. I have gotten every dress from there, they are all affordable, really fabulous and they have all fit me perfectly.

Our day date was Lagoon, and I felt like I was on the Bachelor because who just goes to Lagoon for a date unless youre on a TV dating show am I right? I was dying! I honestly have had the hardest time, even after dating someone for half a year, with people paying for me. Flash back to homecoming -- I remember we went to costa vida after our day date and I was absolutely mortified! I was actually legitimately sweating and getting so uncomfortable because I hated boys spending money on me. My mom assured me that guys like to pay for girls (the good guys anyway.) And its something I've got over.. for the most part. But lagoon was so awesome,  and we had the best group out there.

The dance was more perfect than I could have ever imagined my first Prom to be. Way better than any 80's movie that has set my expectations un-realistically high. We both looked fabulous, and everyone was talking about the power couple (us) all week.

 The DJ came on the mic and announced the last dance. I started freaking out.
heres two things that you need to know about me.

1. I am the most sentimental person ever. EVER. Like, i keep birthday cards from when I was eight years old - sentimental.

2. I am the most emotional person ever. (thanks mom) And so many girls will say "Im the most emotional girl ever" but until you bawl your eyes out at the Suite Life of Zack and Cody finale, Im going to hold on to that title.

So immediately, as the song came on, I started to cry. I tried to hard not to, but the song was "All about us" by He is We and that was another song that I adored as a teeny bopper and knew every word to. It was a special song to me, and I quickly realized this was it. It happened so fast, everything. I still have another year of high school, but im growing up scary fast and I hate it and kind of love it. Jack & I went away from everyone, and im told later all my friends thought we just wanted to makeout,
NO ACTUALLY I WAS SOBBING HYSTERICALLY, BUT THANKS
and as the song was about to end, and I danced one more time with my high school sweet heart, I started thinking back to homecoming. (Not the time where I accidently flashed everyone due to a wardrobe malfunction) Everything was new, it was the beginning. Our first dance, our first awkward doorstep kiss, and now here I was seven months later with the same guy who wasn't even the same guy that first dance. Not just some cool senior guy/ quarter back, he was genuinely my best friend and It honestly broke my freaking heart, because it was all ending.

The song ended, it was beautiful, and romantic.
And then some kid walked by us and yelled "Get Some!" and thats all I can remember.

*And we lived happily ever after. its safe to assume that much, right?*

will you go to prom with me? and dance & dance

Its 10:42 PM, and im sitting here, with a tub of ice cream (its a small tub, geez) fork in hand, and a half done book report, realizing ill probably never be Hailey Devine. But also realizing that
1. This ice cream is so freaking good
and 2. This is the last book report ill do for 4 more months, and that fact alone is something worth celebrating! (With two whole small tubs of ice cream, probably.)

There is hardly a time more relaxing, exciting, sentimental and pull-your-hair-out stressful as the month of may. It comes in, soft and sweet, with promises of sunny weather, and the perfect door step scenes (prom season, ya guys) I wish I had the desire to finish this book report, honestly I really do, but its no where to be found, and I would rather talk about prom anyways.

 (Ill skip the "pull-your-hair-out" stage the month of May brings, or maybe ill save it for when that stage is actually over.)

The beginning of May, which is like it promises, soft and sweet, means two words. Prom & Mom.
Girls are pampered in may, and I think its one of the reasons it is so sweet in the beginning. I mean think about it. Cute boys paying for a completely unnessecary day date, fancy dinner, AND you get to wear heels?! Mothers day isnt too far after, which means breakfast in bed for all you cute mamas, i would like to think. So naturally, I think girls are accustomed to this month to begin with.

This was the first year I actually did get to experience the excitement of Prom. I wish so badly I had a dramatic story to blog about. I wish this was a John Hughes movie, and I was playing Molly Ringwald. But there was no Jake Ryan, no Blane McDonough and no Duckie. I lucked out though, and got Jackson Dunford, my darling, ever so loyal boyfriend of sixth months.

 Why must I make 80's movies references in every story

It was kind of a given that Jackson and I were going to prom together and I didn't even expect him to ask me, i just assumed we were going. But it was his first prom, and mine as well, and considering he would never have another, he went all out to ask me. And he did it in the most simple, adorable yet sentimental way possible. (Those sentimental boys. Dangerous, i tell you. Lethal, even.) Back in the princess days,

(I hate returning to the file I have on my computer mentally titled as the "dark days" which include all pictures from 7th-9th grade, but I did it just for the sake of the story.)

When we would do parades in the summer, we would always catch ourselves singing THIS catchy song.  I could not tell you why, because this song had zero relevance to thirteen year old girls wearing crowns on a parade float. Its so embarassing, its borderline Screamo, but like i said, for the sake of the story, you must hear the song. (you have to watch the stick figure dance to it, it adds effect.)

We would laugh so hard, til we were in tears, and sing it at the top of our lungs. There is this terribly embarassing video of us singing it on the float

"Will you go to prom with me? and dance and dance and dance and dance and dance...."

Im almost certain this video is also locked away in the "dark days" file, but never the less, Jackson saw it. THE HORROR. I obviously, had no idea until I came home one night to Jackson playing a ukelele singing "Will you go to prom with me?" andddd.... you get the rest.

It clicked. And while I should have been focused on this tall hot guy wearing a beanie, playing the ukelele and singing to me in a scratchy voice, I could only think of one thing.

He saw the video.

I quickly got over it, and melted, as he sang to me this song that had once made me laugh harder than anything. He took a dumb song I used to like as a SEVENTH GRADER, and turned it into a cute less annoying song and actually asked me to prom with it.  I gauruntee I said to Lindsey sometime that summer "I hope someone asks me to prom with this song" He even went as far as to contact each of the four girls and ask them to help him out. In the end, they couldnt find a time that all worked, but its the thought that counts right? RIGHT.

So there we had it! And the way I answered him was even better. Okay maybe not. But it was awesome. In my head im this determined woman, not afraid of anything. But there is one thing I am afraid of... Car crashes. This alone (and my absolute laziness) kept me from getting my license for almost a year after my sixteenth birthday. Ridiculous right? I finally buckled down and decided it was embarassing to have my mom drop me off at the mall, so I started roading at 6 oclock every morning for a week. I realized I had nothing to be afraid of, and driving was way easy. The brilliant part of this whole thing, however, was I didn't tell Jackson. It was actually really difficult because I would run into him before school and he would wonder why I was there so early.. lame excuses were made and he never suspected a thing.

Friday after school I pretended to steal my brothers car and drove Jackson around town. He was probably scared out of his mind, but still trying to maintain his "supportive boyfriend" persona he's mastered. I asked him to reach in the glove box, and there was a little poster with my brand new drivers license saying:

YES I got my license today,

YES I would drive to the ends of the earth for you,

YES I will go to prom with you.

*audible gasps and rounds of applause are heard from pinterest bloggers across the country*

I surprised him almost as good as he surprised me, and like that we were following the stereotype of the elaborate "asking and answering" of prom, that everyone in utah follows. I was happy with it all anyway, and what kind of blogger would I be if I didnt go all out and set up secret roading sessions to get my license behind my boyfriends back, right?

I would tell you all the dramatic details of prom, but I actually really do have to finish my book report because its now midnight and I am out of ice cream.

Until next time, loves.

Indy