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It didn’t feel real.

Asking Summer out to prom was a big thing for Austin. Going steady for however long ago, it was only natural that at the end of their senior year, they went to prom. It wasn’t something that was unexpected, but when it came to promposals, Austin was kind of lame, nothing super creative - depending on who you asked. A floating piece of purple Bristol board with “PROM???” on it came floating up to Summer’s bedroom early one night.

The response was as you would expect it - a yes of course. Picking up Summer in his mom’s lil SUV was the start of the highlight of that night. Upon arriving at the school, the place was already packed, for a small town, there was a lot of heart in the kids going here. Even with powers just developing in that year, so before the stigma and discrimination wavered. The dance floor wasn’t full yet, so the two took it there to start.


Summer gripped Austin’s hand in hers, ignoring the sheer layer of sweat that sheened her palm. Her eyes scanned the school hall, looking for a face she recognised as a friend. But it was a sea of fellow excitable teenagers, all laughing and chatting and doing everything but dancing. She stole a side-glance at her prom date who stood somewhat awkwardly at the sidelines, trying his best to play it off as nonchalance. She nudged him playfully with her elbow, the fabric of her dress rustling in response. 

“May I have your first dance?” Summer asked in a poorly executed British accent.

They fell into step together, her arms snaking around his shoulders like she’d seen in the movies. Looking up at him, she stepped from one high heel to another, swaying to the sound of acoustic guitar and a hauntingly enchanting voice. Heads began to turn, whispers of admiration spreading like wildfire through the crowd. Summer and Austin first to dance for the first dance. Of course they were. But the bustling hall soon faded to a blur and all Summer could see was Austin’s piercing gaze melting into hers, his lips resisting the twitch of a smile as she grinned back at him. 

[color=f7941d]“First dance… It’s the only dance right?”[/color] Austin replied, a bit serious - he was not the dance cheater type, Summer would murder him. Though he went along with the alleged brit, the two danced, bringing on the envy and eyes of their peers. One if not the only, powered couple in school at the time, there was controversy in being as perfect or as special as the two, but none could really come close. Austin swayed, moving slowly with her as the two slow danced, as others joined around them.

[color=f7941d]“Am I… Doin’ this right - right?”[/color] putting the question back onto her, while his hand laid on one of her hips and the other just under her arm. There were nerves to this as well, alot of pressure - not to misstep or ruin the mood it was Prom after all. Austin just shot her a cheesy smile as always, times like these were what they lived for after all.

Summer giggled, finding his awkwardness and goofiness as endearing as ever. He was doing fine, really. But there was something a little more robotic to the way they were moving than she liked. Sliding a hand down the length of his arm, she gently took his hand in hers and moved it to the small of her back. This position felt significantly more comfortable and looked more natural. Austin’s other stayed on her hip and she continued to sway with him, moving her hips beneath his hand in time with the acoustic guitar. She marvelled that this would be her one and only ever prom... And she was spending it with her high school sweetheart. Eyes looked on enviously as Austin somewhat rigidly moved Summer into a spin, twirling her so that her dusky pink silk dress rippled at her ankles. She let out an excitable laugh as she spun, rounding it off by touching a warm palm to his cheek. She looked up at him from beneath her lashes, the ghost of her laughter still dancing on her lips.

“You’re not such a bad dancer when you’re not overthinking it,” Summer whispered into his ear, her spearmint breath brushing his neck. “Now you just gotta look like you’re enjoying it…” A playful smirk spread across her face and she punctuated her flirtatious tone with a wink. Then, she reached up on the tips of her toes and planted a slow kiss on his cheek where her hand had just been, breathing in the smell of his cologne. 

Austin held her even closer despite the non-so overly intoxicating rose cologne or was it perfume he was wearing? He didn’t remember grabbing it from his parents stuff, being a Witten didn’t mean plan it was just do. Everything just looked and felt perfect, for once in his life it had been going well. That’s what growing up was anyways, messing up and trying again until you could get it right and tonight was a culmination of that. He smiled - sighing at Summer as he twirled her around ending up closer to her again.

[color=f7941d]“I wish we could be like this forever.”[/color]

Austin smiled, cheering up he started to enjoy himself - there was only going to be one prom right? After being smooched he leaned in, brought Summer close and kissed her on the lips. Not the explosive riposte he had planned but the whole home run, others in the crowd looked on, stared even. To hell with them - it was their night after all, once he pulled back from the kiss the song seemed to end and fade.

[color=f7941d]”Thank you for the dance, Summer.”[/color] He grinned.

His lips were on hers quickly, crushing them slightly beneath a hurried pucker. She felt herself smiling into his lips, fingers slipping into his hairline. Summer felt her skin aglow with adoration for this boy. They were, simply put, best friends. Yet there was an undeniable chemistry that was intoxicating. Everyone could see it. Their stolen glances, secretive hands brushing thighs, small smiles from across the room… Summer and Austin had something that transcended high school. She knew, despite her mothers pessimism, that she’d love Austin forever.

As he twirled her again, her braids fanning out around her, Summer let out another melodic laugh. This was elation. She leant into him, angling her face up at his as he looked down at her fondly. 

“I wish we could be like this forever…” his voice was low and hushed by her ear, breath brushing the naked curve of her neck. 

Summer shivered.

“We are forever, Austin” she smiled, a prickling behind her eyes that foreshadowed a lie. Then, she put a hand on his chest, palm flush against the beating heart beneath his suit jacket. “Until death do us part!” she giggled. Then, she nuzzled into his chest, closed her eyes, and listened to the sound of acoustic guitar melt away.

That’s what they thought then, nothing could break them apart and for a while they were right. 

Yet, nothing lasts forever.
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