Baby Ruths "Stupid prom. Stupid stuck-up prom queen. Stupid dresses that cost a million dollars." I think harshly. I jump out of my 2001 Chevy, that I call the old beater, and walk up the driveway to my mom's house. Grace already has a date because she's gorgeous. I love that girl. Even though everyone likes her, popular cheerleaders included, she chose me to be her best friend. We know everything about each other. I wish she were with me right now, but she's out with Jake. I stumble inside and flip on the light switches. The room's a bit dusty. I think I'll clean it up before Mom gets home. I sling my backpack on a chair, grab a bottle of pink nail polish, and sit on the kitchen table. Feet propped up on a chair, I start painting my toes. Sunlight shines through the windows and I relax because it's only Friday. I could spend the rest of my weekend with Grace. A knock at the door startles me and the brush slips and I get a mess on my toes. "Dang it," I mumble and wipe it off. Mom must be home early or something. I glance down the hallway and see a face at the door that I didn't expect. Emmett Riley. A boy that I've known since second grade. We used to always hang out under the big willow tree during recess, and whenever he saw me, he would kiss my hand. We would ride our bikes around the neighborhood, chew sour crab apples, and go in the rain with our swim suites. But in seventh grade, Emmett moved away. This year, I heard he moved back, but I've never seen him on campus. I know this is him. I can see the warmth in his brown eyes. I unlock the door and swing it open to see his poster. OLIVE, WILL YOU GO TO PROM WITH ME? I gasp and he gives me a wide smile. "Yes!" I jump into his arms and he spins me around in a circle. I feel like I'm in a romance movie. "I've missed you, Olive." he says in my ear and kisses my forehead. "Emmett! Oh, you've grown grown so much!" He still smells like Old Spice. "You too," he laughs and sets me down. We look into each other's eyes for a moment and then he hands me roses and a bag of Baby Ruths, my favorites. "Thank you." I say, smiling. "Do you want to go out for dinner?" He asks me. "Sure," I say, "I'll need to tell my mom and maybe dress into something nicer." Emmett chuckles, "You look beautiful, but if you say so." He waits in the kitchen while I text Mom and Grace about the news. I decide to wear a flowing white dress and flats (because I can't walk in heels.) "What do you say that we walk to Eddy's?" he suggests. Eddy's is a local diner that Emmett and I would eat at in elementary if we got good grades. "That would be amazing." I grab his hand and we walk down the sidewalk as the sun sets.