Isla frowned. "I'm not going to prom."
"What? Sure you are." She chuckled.
"No mom, I'm not." Isla shrugged, as if it wasn't a big deal.
Although, deep down she knew what prom meant to her. She knew it was a big deal. She knew she wanted to go with Chris, wether it was romantically or not. They'd planned that ever since they were young, after all. But she knew they wouldn't go together. Not now. Maybe one day they'll make up, but Isla knew she was too hurt right now to even consider talking to him, nonetheless going to prom with him.
"Isla baby, is there a reason why you don't want to?" Her mom asked, gently tucking her daughter's hair behind her ear.
Isla sighed. She hadn't told her mom about everything going on with Chris. "No. There's not." She turned away anger bubbling up. She didn't want to be rude, but she couldn't help all of the strong emotion building up at once. She was bound to snap.
"Are you sure? Because I know how badly you and Chris always wanted to go when you two were little-" she began, but Isla angrily cut her off.
"I don't know what you're talking about." She coldly muttered under her breath, grabbing her noodles and walking away, back to her room.
She knew what her mom was talking about though. But even thinking about prom immediately brought back the memory of when the two had planned to go with one another, and that was the last thing Isla needed right now.
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Isla was only eight years old, and hadn't quite grasped the concept of romance. She had never questioned wether or not it was weird for her and Chris to be friends, she thought it was just normal.
But that's not what everyone at school thought.
They always figured the two liked each other, and they got teased for it often, especially Chris. But Chris just told Isla to not say anything back, and that they would stop if she didn't give them a reaction.
But it continued. Every day.
And Isla never quite understood why, since she had no idea what love was, or romance. She didn't understand why everyone thought it to be weird that a boy and girl were always around each other. She'd never had anyone to show her what love was at home, after all- her parents were definitely not the best role models for that.
But Chris got it. He understood why the pair were teased every day. And not only did he understand why, but it also pissed the f*ck out of him. At the time, he knew he liked Isla. But he didn't want people constantly teasing him about it in front of her. He couldn't let Isla know his feelings.
One day in third grade, a year after the two had met, Isla and Chris were walking laps in PE. Chris loved running, but Isla always had hated it. So he skipped out every day on running just for her, and always walked alongside with her.
The two were talking about high school, and what they figured it would be like.
When they were younger, high school seemed like such a scary place. It seemed so distant, so far in the future. Because of this, Chris never really looked forward to high school, or thought about it often.
But Isla was the opposite. Although she was only eight years old, she couldn't wait to enter high school. She often talked about it, about all the opportunities she was excited for.
But there was one thing she always looked forward to- prom.
She knew that most people who went to prom, took a date. But at her young age, she didn't quite understand what a date was. She figured it would just be your best friend, and so she immediately knew who she wanted to take.
"Hey Chris?" Isla called out, after a few second of silence between the two as they walked both shivering from the cold Boston breeze.
"Hm?"
"Will you go to prom with me?" She suddenly asked, beaming at the boy.
He turned to her in slight shock, his cheeks turning an embarrassing pink hue.
"You mean.. as your.. date?" He asked, eyebrows shot up as he asked nervously. He didn't look her in the eyes anymore, he picked at his nails (a bad habit of his) as he continued walking.
"Yeah." She shrugged, as if it wasn't a big deal to her.
This made Chris confused. He always knew it was a big deal to take somebody out to prom, and he heard usually the boys should ask.
"Iz, do you know what it means to be your date?" Chris asked.
"Mhm. It means to go with you to prom, as best friends." She beamed, confident in her answer.
Chris's expression faltered. Of course she wasn't asking him like that. How could he even be so stupid?
"What? Is something wrong?" She asked, frowning as she looked over to Chris's down expression.
"Oh. No, I'm fine." He faked a smile. "But you do realize prom isn't until years later, right Iz?"
She nodded. "I know. I just want to secure you as my date before anyone else tries to snatch you up."
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