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[IMG]http://i67.tinypic.com/15ee5c0.png[/IMG][hr][/center][indent]"Don't be late!" The low bellow of his father's voice echoed as Pryor ran down the stairs. "Your mom worked hard for this party for you all!"

[color=DCA84E]"I won't!"[/color] Pryor said as he popped into the kitchen, opening the fridge, deciding on what to snack on and as he browsed the contents of the chilly storage. [color=DCA84E]"I guess this works."[/color] He said, with a hint of defeat in his voice, as he pulled out a stick of string cheese.

"There's going to be finger food at the party, you know that right?" His dad said, appearing next to him. "Your mom made sure that there was going to be some there for you."

[color=DCA84E]"You mean for you?"[/color] Pryor said chuckling. [color=DCA84E]"She knows you want some of Ms. Bloomer's homemade mozzarella sticks."[/color]

His dad's low laugh was contagious as Pryor began laughing along with him at their little back and forth. The two had a moment as the patriarch gave his son a sturdy pat on the back, gripping his shoulders afterwards and tightening his hold on his son.

"You know that your mom and I are proud of you right?"

[color=DCA84E]"I know."[/color] Pryor said softening his voice. [color=DCA84E]"You're not going to cry, are you?"[/color]

His dad grinned widely as he playfully punched his son in the cheek, winking at him in awe. "Hurry up and go pick up Chelsie. Your mom is going to be mad if you're late."

[color=DCA84E]"I'm going,"[/color] Pryor said as he slipped away towards the front door. [color=DCA84E]"She's going to be even more pissed if you're late!"[/color]

"I"m already in the car!" He heard his dad shout as he slipped into his own car.

The drive to Chelsie, the apple of his eye, was about fifteen minutes. The two had been dating for about two years, beginning their sophomore year, and have been pretty inseparable since. Sure, the two had a lot of ups and downs in their relationships, but who's didn't? Pryor knew he loved her and that she loved him, and that was enough for him.

As he sat in his car, parked in the driveway, a bright smile ran across his face from ear to ear as he texted his girlfriend. [color=DCA84E]"Hurry up, my mom's gonna kill me if we're late."[/color] He said out loud as his fingers tapped away at the screen.
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