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>>69188442
>Dammit, he's happy, his girlfriend is happy, and I need to remember to send Judee something as a thank you gift. Maybe that fancy black Licorice she loves.
>Melissa and Greene move to each other, and they start to give each other “That look”. The one I’ve been told Anon and I give each other all the time.
>I see Anon pull Greene aside and slip something into his pocket. Ah, young love.
>I briefly consider giving Mel one too, just in case, but the little prank I pulled last time when I gave her an XL… Well, Let’s say it’s something you can only do once.
>”Alright you three. Let me get some pictures, and then you can take your limo!”
>The Limo was Anon’s idea. And frankly, it was a good one. No one wants to be driven to prom by their mom, even if their mom is obligated to be there since she’s their principal and has to chaperone the dance.
>I snap away, doing my best impression of my own mother all those years ago.
>Though whenever I take a picture of Greene and Melissa… I swear I can hear my mom.
>It’s subtle at first, but it slowly grows louder and clearer.
>And by the tenth or so picture of the pair, I can hear it loud and clear
>”Grandbabies”
>Every time the two share a loving glance?
>”Grandbabies.”
>Greene offers his hand to Melissa to escort her out?
>”Grandbabies!”
>Him opening the door to the limo for her?
>”Grandbabies!!”
>The pair scooching up to sit next to each other as the limo drives off?
>”GRANDBABIES!”
>I’m only snapped out of my stupor by Anon pulling me into a kiss and cheesily saying we haven’t gotten any prom pictures of ourselves.
>That dweeb…
>A small photoshoot between him in his work clothes and myself dressed in my work dress that doesn’t show many of my tattoos and I’m in my car, heading off to Volcano High.
>Though not before sending a single text to my mom. My favorite image of my son and future daughter-in-law with a simple message.
>”I understand.”
>Dammit, he's happy, his girlfriend is happy, and I need to remember to send Judee something as a thank you gift. Maybe that fancy black Licorice she loves.
>Melissa and Greene move to each other, and they start to give each other “That look”. The one I’ve been told Anon and I give each other all the time.
>I see Anon pull Greene aside and slip something into his pocket. Ah, young love.
>I briefly consider giving Mel one too, just in case, but the little prank I pulled last time when I gave her an XL… Well, Let’s say it’s something you can only do once.
>”Alright you three. Let me get some pictures, and then you can take your limo!”
>The Limo was Anon’s idea. And frankly, it was a good one. No one wants to be driven to prom by their mom, even if their mom is obligated to be there since she’s their principal and has to chaperone the dance.
>I snap away, doing my best impression of my own mother all those years ago.
>Though whenever I take a picture of Greene and Melissa… I swear I can hear my mom.
>It’s subtle at first, but it slowly grows louder and clearer.
>And by the tenth or so picture of the pair, I can hear it loud and clear
>”Grandbabies”
>Every time the two share a loving glance?
>”Grandbabies.”
>Greene offers his hand to Melissa to escort her out?
>”Grandbabies!”
>Him opening the door to the limo for her?
>”Grandbabies!!”
>The pair scooching up to sit next to each other as the limo drives off?
>”GRANDBABIES!”
>I’m only snapped out of my stupor by Anon pulling me into a kiss and cheesily saying we haven’t gotten any prom pictures of ourselves.
>That dweeb…
>A small photoshoot between him in his work clothes and myself dressed in my work dress that doesn’t show many of my tattoos and I’m in my car, heading off to Volcano High.
>Though not before sending a single text to my mom. My favorite image of my son and future daughter-in-law with a simple message.
>”I understand.”