Flea slid his lunch tray on the table and straddled the bench outside waiting for Anthony, Hillel, and Jack to join him. Spring was in full affect, so they guys could finally sit outside again.
With spring came prom, and there were prom-posals going on all around the school. He found himself not caring. He didnt have a date so it was no big deal.
Anthony, on the other hand, was busting at the seams about prom. He had just started dating a girl he had a crush on for a while, and in turn that meant Flea had to deal with all of the, "I picked someone for you," talk. It wasn't the girls fault, they were beautiful, Flea just didn't feel drawn to them.
Anthony joined Flea at the table with a smile across his face.
"Oh god, what now?" Flea asked.
"Have you seen the new girl?" Anthony couldn't stop grinning.
"No, should I have?"
"Oh man, she's bangin'."
Flea laughed, "Really, does she have this lunch shift?"
"Yeah," Anthony looked around, "actually, she's coming over here with Hillel right now."
Flea perked up, looking in the direction Anthony was. Hillel was walking in front of the girl, and being a tall guy he towered over her, so Flea couldn't get a good look at her.
"Hey, guys, this is Danielle, I'm showing her around school so be nice." Hillel stepped out of the way and Flea's heart paused.
Danielle had to have been the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on.
"Hi." She sat her tray down right in front of Flea and smiled.
Flea gulped before speaking, "Hey."
There was an awkward silence, Danielle turned her head, obviously blushing, and Flea felt a foot hit his knee under the table.
"Jeez, why don't you give the lady her face back?" Anthony joked and Flea snapped out of his trance.
"Sorry, I'm Michael- or Flea, y-you can call me whatever." There went his plan of playing it cool.
Danielle just smiled sweetly at him and reached across the table to shake his hand. "It's good to meet you Flea, I've heard some things about you already."
The groups lunch flew by, and Flea couldn't keep his eyes off of Danielle. Her hair was dark, and had tight coils. The golden undertones of her brown skin made her look as if she was glowing in the sunlight.
Danielle wore a minimal amount of makeup. Flea thought the best part was the simple lip gloss that made her round, pink lips shine in light just as much as she did. When the soft makeup was mentioned, Danielle scoffed,
"This is just my daytime look," she started, "I pull out all stops at night, since that's when most parties go on."
Once lunch was over, Flea was dreading going to class even more than usual. But he happened to see Danielle's schedule on the table and peeked at it to see her last class. He planned to meet her right outside the door when the last bell rung, and to walk her home.
His plan worked beautifully, and Danielle, in all of her glory, allowed Flea to walk her home.
"I really appreciate you taking the time to walk me home, you and Hillel are the first people I've met here so it means a lot." Danielle looked at her feet as she walked.
Flea shrugged it off, "It's no big deal, I wanted to talk to you more anyway."
"Really?" Danielle asked stopping at the crosswalk and turning to Flea.
"Yeah, you're beautiful, and I know you've got a good vibe about you because you get along with Hillel, he's a good judge of character, ya know."
Danielle's face lit up at Flea's words. "Thank you, you're really sweet."
They continued to walk. The closer Danielle's house got the more Flea started to sweat, there was one more step to his plan that he had not followed through with yet. Flea wanted to ask Danielle to prom but he was afraid that she would reject him. He didn't want to come off too strong, she was new to school after all and he didn't know if she was already committed to someone. Plus he couldn't stop thinking about if he wasn't her type.
What if Danielle didn't like white men? What if they just weren't her type? And what would he say if she had a boyfriend, he didn't want to overstep any boundaries.
The two of them eventually strolled up to Danielle's house and Flea realized it was now or never.
"Danielle, I've got to ask you this, because if I don't I'll hate myself for not trying." Flea took a deep breath as she focused all of her attention on him.
"Do you want to go to prom with me?" Flea tried his best to avoid eye contact with Danielle.
There was silence at first, but fully was overjoyed to hear Danielle's giggle. She approached him, gave him a hug, and planted an innocent kiss right on his nose. "I'd love to go to prom with you."
There was a bubble of joy that followed Flea around every day leading up to prom. It was amazing how quickly his view changed on it when he actually had someone he was genuinely interested in going with him.
Danielle felt the same way, she told her sister all about Flea, and Hillel, and Anthony. Of course when Flea came up, she went on and on. Her favorite thing tot all about how blue his eyes are.
"I've never seen anything like them,"she'd start, "its like the sky itself is trapped in his eyes."
That's how she decided on what color dress to buy. Flea made sure to borrow a tie from his stepdad that matched.
The night of prom came, and neither of the couple had a car, but they agreed on walking. Flea waited in the living room of Danielle's home nervously, trying his best to make a good impression on her family.
All things stood still as Danielle walked out of her room, and into the living room.
Danielle was nothing shirt of a goddess. Her usually curly hair was straightened, her makeup was dramatic but just right.
"You, you look so amazing." Flea complimented.
"You look pretty hot yourself." Danielle responded and ran her hand through his untamed hair.
The couple went out into the night. In their minds they were just any other couple walking into prom, but everyone else seemed to think otherwise.
Danielle and Flea were the only interracial couple there. The running theme seemed to be that people claimed to not care, but still asked inappropriate questions, and stare at them.
Halfway through the night, Danielle escaped to the main foyer of the school and almost broke down. Flea, obviously chased after her.
"What's the matter beautiful?" He asked.
"All of them, what the hell is so wrong with us being two different races huh? For people who claim not to care they surely care a whole damn lot about what we do."
"Don't pay them any mind," Flea started, "they're jealous that we have something real, and that we can look beyond color because we're not shallow. We don't limit ourselves to one race because we don't want to miss our opportunity of true love because we're scared. "
Flea took a moment to take Danielle's hands and pull her close to him.
"Its our night, we are what matters, and if you want to leave we can. I want you to be happy. "
Danielle smirked, "How about we ditch and hang out at the diner a couple of blocks from here? They've got cheesy fries to die for."
Flea smile, "Lead the way my love."
((Authors note))
Hey uh, I'm trying to revive this book, request are open as always. Also, I'm sorry this was trash, I had an amazing idea for it but I couldn't quite get it out so I'm going to rewrite it for sure after the next few chapters of American Wedding
Word count: 1300