fairchildestof-them-all :
A cup full of mini marshmallows barely floating on a puddle of cocoa. That’s m'boy. Yes, prom. I’m all ears, tell me everything.
… Oh my god, Robbie. What is happening? Aw hon, you are such a good friend and I hope that Carrie knows that. Glitter glue is not to be messed with, I’m still convinced there’s goops of it in my room here still from all those pep ralleys. You have to approach it with constant caution. I don’t want to know how they got on your back but please know that I support you. Hey, everyone might have posters but everyone also needs posters. It’s a prom campaign’s bread and butter; a must. Oh baby, I’m sure she’ll win. I mean, I don’t get a vote so I can remain pretty impartial either way so. —Okay, okay all of that was a very romantic and convincing promposal, thank you. I wouldn’t use it on the next girl though, she might not appreciate it like me. I tell you what, I’m actually chaperoning this dance if you can believe… So if you don’t snatch someone up by D-Day, then yes. I’ll go to prom with you. But tell me, what’s your prom group sitch? Who’s going to be at the main table with you? Or, who do you want to be?
Oh, she knows. I set a daily pop up on Carrie’s laptop reminding her that I am indeed a good friend. [taking a deep breath to collect himself and not spiral further into a pit of despair] She’ll win. The poster is good. You’re so right. I’m sorry, I’m just so... soooo... frustrated, with my own lack of action. I mean that in all forms of the word. Thanks though, I can always count on you. Uuh, I’ll probably just go sit with Rose and Carrie and maybe catch up with Cooper. I can’t stand Alex though... Maybe Jesse. See what he’s been up to. My social standing won’t let me go higher up the ladder but I could poke fun at Faye for old times sake... Is where I sit that important? Oh my God, what if I end up with those deadbeat kids that just hang around behind the bleachers getting high off of spray can fumes?
