Andy's Shorts to GA Prompts - 3. Prompt #95

My secondary school has decided to have an end of year dance for the year nine kids and we are supposed to ask someone to accompany us to the dance as our date.

I’ve had my eye on Kim for the past few months. That long blond hair; those deep blue eyes; that really cute butt; the loveliest laugh I have ever heard. I am so the smitten kitten. My notebook even has little hearts with “I love Kim” written inside them.

I’ve already had Sally, Tina and Maxine dropping big hints that they want me to ask them. Now don’t get me wrong, they are the three most popular girls in my year, not to mention the prettiest. But they’re not Kim. When I look at him, my heart goes pitty-pat, my breathing slows and I get this warm giddy feeling.

I know Kim is gay; I’ve seen him taking overly long looks at the other boys in the shower and I’ve seen him with a couple of the boys in my class – one of them is also a friend of mine, and he’s told me what happens on their sleepovers.

As you’ve probably guessed, I’m gay. I suppose deep down I’ve always known, but earlier this year I finally admitted it to myself. A few weeks ago, I admitted it to my parents.

I’m out of time; the dance is on Friday and if I don’t ask one of them at lunch today to go with me I’m going to end up going on my own and looking a right Billy-No-Mates. The only question is do I conform to the accepted social norm and ask one of the girls, or do I dare ask Kim? I know I’ll enjoy the dance with any of the girls, but if I could go with Kim I know I’d really really enjoy myself.

After a debate of about two seconds I decided to grow a pair and ask Kim. I spied him sitting at a table on his own eating his lunch so I walked over – my heart rate increasing with each step; my breathing getting faster; my body flooding with adrenaline.

“Kim, can I ask you something?”

“Sure Matty, have a seat.”

Now we’re not particularly close as friends go. We have three classes a week together and we’ve always been friendly; just we’d not really call each other friends, more like classmates.

“Matty, are you OK?”

“Kim,” I started. My brain yelling at me ‘why are doing this’; my heart screaming even louder ‘why are you hesitating’. “Kim,” I started again, taking a very deep breath. “Will you go with me to the dance on Friday, as my date?” There I said it. I was so nervous; my heart was beating faster than a hummingbird’s; I felt nauseous.

A smile crossed his face, his eyes betraying his joyous emotions at me asking him. “I’d love to Matty.” He jumped out of his seat, and swept me up in his arms, giving me a quick kiss on the lips. I glanced around the lunch hall checking out the reaction to Kim outing the both of us. I was relieved to see lots of smiling faces, a few appreciative nods and riding the emotional wave, I wrapped Kim up in my embrace and returned his kiss, only much more passionately and enthusiastically. The entire lunch hall erupted with applause and cheering students. I had never felt so happy in my whole life; and I still had the dance to look forward to.

When I got home, my mum was in the kitchen. “Mum, I’ve got a date for the school dance.”

“That’s great honey. Who is it? Sally, Tina or Maxine?”

“Mum, don’t. I’m gay remember. It’s a boy in my year called Kim.”

“Sorry, honey. I was only teasing. But will there be any problems because of it? You know not everyone will be accepting.”

“There shouldn’t be any problems. We kissed each other in front of practically the whole school in the dining hall. If anything was going to be said, then surely it was then.” I skipped upstairs to my bedroom, opened my diary and began writing:

Dear diary,

I am so happy.

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