Aaron forced me to wear a blindfold.
I hadn’t even stayed at Prom for thirty minutes, and I already left with their Prom King. But it didn’t matter. He was the main reason why I decided to go, anyway.
I was so thankful that I was able to make it. I didn’t mean to make an entrance. When I arrived, they just started to look at me. I knew that I looked way different whenever I remove my glasses and wear make-up and curl my hair, but geez! No need to make a girl feel so self-conscious.
Anyway, Aaron and I left Prom the moment he decided that he wanted to show me something. I had no idea what it was. I just hope it wasn't one of his jokes.
“You’re not going to rape me, are you?” I asked, mocking seriousness. My lips were twitching into a smile.
“Ho ho, very funny,” said Aaron very sarcastically.
I crossed my arms. I wished this blindfold wasn’t covering my eyes so that he could see me roll them.
“Tell me the truth,” I ordered conversationally, “are you an alien pretending to be Aaron so that you could abduct me?!” I gasped convincingly.
I felt the car stop.
“We’re here,” announced Aaron. “You can shut up now.”
I childishly stuck out my tongue to my left. I heard him laugh and open his side of the door.
Weird. He left the radio on. Kate Walsh’s Your Song was playing.
And then, my side of the door opened. His hand held mine as he guided me out of the car.
“What, I still can’t remove this thing?” I complained, pointing to my blindfolded eyes.
“Fine,” I grumbled.
He didn’t let go of my hand as he continued to guide me to walk forward. After ten or fifteen steps, he stopped. He moved behind me, placing his hands on my hips. With a swift motion, I felt the blindfold loosen. I blinked a few times, regaining my vision. Slowly, I saw where we were.
The park, the colorful radiance from the city glowed across the river.
I was about to ask him why we were here but I stopped when I realized. My hands flew up to my mouth. I tried to catch my breath – because it was suddenly airless. My heart was beating so fast and loud that I didn’t know what was dominant.
“Dakota,” murmured Aaron softly in my ear, sending chills around me.
I took in a breath as I waited.
“I’m in love with you,” he added without hesitation.
Aaron was . . . Aaron was . . . in love . . . with . . . me.
My vision blurred. I couldn’t control it. The tears just poured out. This wasn’t tears of pain. This was tears joy . . . of satisfaction . . . of a dream come true.
I felt like flying. I felt like the happiest girl on earth.
I dreamt of him saying that for so many years, so many months, and so many days. But this wasn’t a dream anymore.
Oh God, this is real.
“Hey, why are you crying?” asked Aaron, a little alarmed. He moved in front of me so he could wipe the tears off my cheeks.
“You just told me you’re in love with me, who wouldn’t cry?” I whined. I felt such a girl for crying about something like this.
“Uh, normal people?” he laughed. “Come here, nerd.”
He pulled me into a hug. I automatically felt warm and safe – like I usually did. Somehow, being here calmed my mind. And I finally had the courage to say what I had been hiding for years.
“I’m in love with you too, jock,” I mumbled in his chest.
“I know,” said Aaron. I could practically hear him smiling.
We sounded so freaking corny at that moment. But I realized that when you were in love, you just wouldn’t care about being corny.
What mattered was that you were both happy.
And I could honestly say that we were.
Dwayne was right. There was nothing wrong with being cheerful. Being realistic was fine, but it wouldn’t hurt to be positive once in a while. There was also nothing wrong with daydreaming. Why, my daydream turned to reality. Who would’ve thought?
No dream was high enough for anyone. Just find yourself a ladder, and climb that dream. If the ladder wasn’t enough to reach it, mountain climb it.
For every dream was worth the risk.
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"He's a jock. I'm not. He's popular. I'm not. He's good-looking. I'm not. And have I mentioned that we're the best of friends? So he loves me... as a friend. Too bad, because I don't just love him. I'm in love with him." -Dakota Evans ____________ D...