fairchildestof-them-all :
A cup full of mini marshmallows barely floating on a puddle of cocoa. Thatās m'boy. Yes, prom. Iām all ears, tell me everything.
ā¦ 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, Iām still convinced thereās goops of it in my room here still from all those pep ralleys. You have to approach it with constant caution. I donāt 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. Itās a prom campaignās bread and butter; a must. Oh baby, Iām sure sheāll win. I mean, I donāt get a vote so I can remain pretty impartial either way so. āOkay, okay all of that was a very romantic and convincing promposal, thank you. I wouldnāt use it on the next girl though, she might not appreciate it like me. I tell you what, Iām actually chaperoning this dance if you can believeā¦ So if you donāt snatch someone up by D-Day, then yes. Iāll go to prom with you. But tell me, whatās your prom group sitch? Whoās 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 Carrieās 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] Sheāll win. The poster is good. Youāre so right. Iām sorry, Iām 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, Iāll probably just go sit with Rose and Carrie and maybe catch up with Cooper. I canāt stand Alex though... Maybe Jesse. See what heās been up to. My social standing wonāt 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?
