Go surprise Abby

Taking one last look at yourself in the mirror, you resolve to surprise your prom date. Grabbing your phone, wallet, and your packet of cigarettes, you head downstairs, calling your local taxi service in the process. No one you knew going to the Starsound Lounge tonight was planning on going home sober, and your parents would also be home when you got back in the early hours of the morning, so only you and Abby would be able to crash here. Not even Danny would be able to stay, and he's the "good" one.

The taxi soon beeps it's arrival outside. You look into the living room to find Danny leaning against the wall on his phone, lost in social media.

"Hey, I'm going to go meet Abby now, I'll meet you at the Starsound, alright?" You tell him. You trusted him enough to lock up the house and keep everything in pristine condition.

The ride to Abby's house was about twenty minutes, so you spent it fiddling with the corsage you bought her. A couple texts back and forth from Danny, Samantha, and couple other acquaintances going tonight were all to entertain you on your ride.

Finally, the taxi pulls up, and you pay the driver his fare before stepping out onto the cobblestone driveway of Abby's house. You've only been here a couple of times before, since you and her met only about half a year ago. Feeling unusually overdressed in a neighbourhood you have frequently been drinking and drugging up in, you run a hand through your hair and put it in your pocket, stepping up and knocking on the door.

A blur of movement, and Abby's mum opens the door. She smiles at you, looking you up and down. You've had a pretty liberal relationship with her, she's always welcomed you as a responsible and well-mannered man. She steps aside to let you in and whispers in your ear, "She's in the living room. She's all ready for you."

Grinning, you pushed open the door to the living room. Sure enough, there she was. Abby stood in front of her mirror, a critical expression on her face as she looks over herself. She's clad in a sleek, champagne coloured dress, that seems to have a darker flourish at the end, which ends at just above her shoes. Her hair is curled in a style that shows off her bright golden locks, and her skin looks naturally darker than the last you saw it. Whilst this is unusual to how you usually see her, the faint small of marijuana reminds you that this is indeed the same Abby you asked to Prom.

Stepping up to her left, you present her with the corsage you bought, "Well, it seems I do have a good taste in floristry." You place it on her left, before she turned to look you over. Abby had a lot in common with Danny, despite how much they say they don't, and she gives you a smile that radiates mischief.

"Whatever, I still think you have a better taste in suits." She replies, her green eyes glinting in the light. As boyish as she can seem, she has a girly side. She brushes past you and rifles through her bag, naturally matching her dress, and presents you with a long joint, her eyes lighting up again. "Let's start the night off now, shall we, date?" She chuckles to herself.

Shaking your head, she never let you forget about how awkward it was asking her to be your date, you take the joint and light it up. She imitates you with her own. "You do look bomb tonight, you know." You say, after taking several long drags.

The blonde smiled, looking away for a split second, before turning back to you, "Of course I do, I told you I would!" She retorted, deflecting the seriousness of your comment as per her nature. You can tell she took it to heart though.

Abby's mother came back in from wherever she had disappeared off to, before ushering you and your date to the best lit position in the room, brandishing a phone at you, saying "You both look adorable together! A handsome man and a charming woman. Now let me take photos!"

You do. The first few start off innocent, with your arm wrapped around one another, the height difference showing obviously, before they turned more satirical. There was ever one where you knelt with your joint held out like a pistol, whilst Abby acted as though she was a conqueror in some epic painting. The pictures didn't take too long, before her mother basically **** you out the house into a waiting ride, before you were late.

Abby ran to your side, her hand lightly touching yours, as she stood on her tiptoes looking up at you, hand on your chest and body pressed up to yours, before huskily whispering "Lets raise hell tonight."