Free The Perfect Prom Date by Marysue G. Hobika Page A

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          Brennan and I made plans for Friday night. We had been busy all week long with baseball and swimming to do anything other than work on homework together. I didn’t know that there was a guy out there who took school and sports as serious as I did, until I got to know Brennan.    
          We decided to hang out at my house, order a pizza, and watch a movie together.   We were both tired from staying up late every night doing the mounds of homework the teachers assigned and getting up early for school every day. There was a big party at Adam’s house that a lot of the kids were going to, but that didn’t interest neither Brennan nor I. Ellie, of course, was going, so that was an even better reason to stay in.
          The doorbell rang at exactly 7 p.m. Apparently, Brennan was punctual, an admirable trait. The only problem was that Ellie was still here. She hadn’t left to meet her friends, because she was still getting ready. She just got out of the shower, and it would take her at least another half an hour to do her hair and get dressed. I glared up at the ceiling and silently hoped that she wouldn’t ruin my date. I knew she was biding her time, waiting to unveil the secret she’d discovered, until she could use it to her best advantage. Putting those negative thoughts aside, I opened the door.
          My breath caught in my throat when I saw how amazing Brennan looked wearing dark wash jeans and a Phillies’ t-shirt. His hair was damp and ruffled, like he just got out of the shower. He smelled good too; clean and fresh like soap with a hint of pine. He looked at me, and I blushed, remembering the kiss we shared just days ago.  
          “Hi, Brennan. Come in,” I said shyly, opening the door wider and motioning with my other hand for him to enter. I was a ball of nerves. This was the first time EVER that I had invited a boy over to my house. And Brennan wasn’t just any boy – he was THE boy.
          “Hey,” he smiled, instantly brightening the entryway.  
          I stood there awkwardly for a minute, unsure of what to do next. I still had a hard time believing that Brennan was here. He reached out and took my hand. I looked down and smiled. There was something so right about it that I knew I had nothing to fear. Everything was going to turn out fine.  
          “The pizza just got here, and my mom made a big salad to go with it. Let’s go eat.   I’m starving,” I said, leading Brennan into the kitchen. I let go of his hand to grab two plates out of the cupboard. I handed him one, “Help yourself.”
          “What do you want to drink?” I peered into the refrigerator, “We have milk, diet coke, root beer, and water.”
          “What are you going to have?” He asked me.  
          “I’m having root beer, of course.”
          “Me too then,” he chuckled.  
          I grabbed two root beers and handed him one. Then I filled my plate with pizza and salad. “It’s nice out tonight, let’s go eat outside on the back porch. My parents are out there, and I want to introduce you.”  
          “Lead the way.” Brennan nodded and followed me outside, easily balancing his plate and soda.
          “Mom, Dad, this is Brennan. Brennan, this is my mom,” I said pointing to the dark haired woman with green eyes, “and this is my dad,” I said gesturing to the other end of the table. “As you can see, I obviously inherited my bright red hair from him.”  
          “You say that like it’s a bad thing,” my dad teased.
          “Don’t even get me started,” I sighed, sitting down.  
          Brennan set his plate down