Picking up Thomas and Sarah.

Isabelle and I went inside the limo and our minds were immediately blown away. A long row of white leather seats and two shorter ones at both ends of the car, a long table and a mini fridge, all lit in blue lights. And despite that, there was enough space to sit comfortably.

“Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap!” Isabelle giggled excitedly as she took a seat and bounced on it to check the cushion’s firmness. “Oliver, we’re seriously in a limo!”

I sat by the end closer to the driver’s seat and looked through the window at Diana. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

Diana chuckled. “It was my idea to volunteer. This is your special day and I want to help make it a bit more memorable. Or am I meddling where I shouldn’t have?”

“No, no. Thank you. This is awesome,” I told her. “I’ll make it up to you.”

“I know you will. Now sit down. There’s champagne in the mini fridge and soft drinks as well. There are glasses and snacks in the small cabinet next to it. Help yourselves to anything, but be sure to save some for the others.”

Isabelle rushed to the fridge while I opened the small cabinet. Chips, nuts, pretzels, chocolates… And the glasses were actually made of glass, too.

“Oliver, open it!” Isabelle said, passing me a bottle of champagne.

“Hm? I’ve never opened one of those. You do it.”

“I haven’t either…”

“...”

We silently turned to Diana, who had her hands full with the driving wheel.

“So? Who are we picking up first?” Diana asked us.

“Thomas,” my sister and I answered in unison. He’d know how to open a champagne bottle.

I didn’t even have to call him. The moment we parked outside his house, the big guy came out in a blue suit, eyes wide as he laughed. Isabelle and I got out of the car to greet him. Also…

“That bowtie looks dumb,” I told him as we shook hands.

“And since when has red been your color?” he retorted.

“Careful there. I picked that shirt,” Isabelle told him.

“So, a limo,” he smoothly changed the subject. “What the hell?”

“A gift from someone I know. I called Kevin and Ben. They’re coming too. Mark says he’ll meet us at school.”

We went back in the car, and before Thomas could comment on the luxurious accommodations, he noticed our driver.

“Oh, Diana’s driving? Hello there! Thanks a bunch!”

Diana chuckled again. “No problem. Make yourself comfortable. Also, could you open the champagne bottle for those two… inexperienced siblings there?”

Thomas laughed. “Ahahaha! Couldn’t do it? Here, let me.”

The big guy easily opened it in a way that would make it pop while not sending the cork flying or spilling any of its contents. We filled our glasses and made a toast. I’m not one to drink champagne, but I wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to have a glass inside a limo.

We then went to pick up the girls. Considering the time, and knowing them all, Sarah would be the first one to be done, and considering she lived the furthest away, we went to get her first.

Diana, Isabelle and Thomas waited in the limo outside her house while I went to get her. I expected either her mom or her dad to open the door for me, but instead two kids rushed at me.

“Oliver!”

“Oliver!”

Violet and Robert, Sarah’s youngest siblings, ran up to me and hugged me, reaching around my waist.

“Hey! How are you two doing?” I asked them, a big, dumb smile on my face as I knelt to be at their level.

“Good!” Robert answered, beaming. “Are you going to stay tonight?”

“Robert, he’s going out with Sarah!” his sister Violet explained. She turned to me with eyes sparkling. “Sarah looks so pretty! I helped her buy her dress!”

“Oh? Did you? I bet she trusts your taste.”

Violet giggled happily, but then I saw Sarah approaching and… Well, that was NOT what I was expecting when Violet said she helped pick her outfit. A bold, form fitting halter dress that showed her shoulders and plenty of leg. Somehow I doubted Violet had picked that.

Sarah’s parents were close behind her.

“Be careful, okay? Don’t drink too much,” Mr. West said. “Be mindful but don’t forget to have fun.”

“My, you look so handsome, Oliver,” Mrs. West said, smiling at me. “You only get to experience prom once, so try to enjoy it.”

I nodded as I stood up. “We will. Thank you.”

Sarah knelt down in front of her siblings and gave each a kiss on the cheek. “I’m coming back tomorrow, so don’t stay awake waiting for me. I’ll bring ice cream, okay?”

“Okaaay.”

“Cookies and cream, please!” Robert said.

Sarah chuckled. “Sure. Be good, okay?”

“Um… Where’s Cole?” I asked. “I was hoping I could say hello to him, too.”

Mr. West sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. “He’s… sulking.”

“Sulking?”

“He’s mad that I’ll be moving out of the house soon,” Sarah said with a sigh much like her dad’s. “He says he doesn’t want to see you.”

“He’s at a very delicate age,” Mrs. West said.

I grimaced. “Should I talk to him?”

Mr. West smiled at me and patted me on the shoulder. “Don’t worry. Right now we should give him some space. That said, I’d appreciate it if you did talk to him another day. This is prom night, so go. Treat my daughter well, you hear?”

“I promise.”

Sarah and I walked out of the house, and once the door closed behind us and we were a fair distance away from the house, she finally greeted me properly.

“Hey.”

“Hm?”

She grabbed my tie and gently pulled me towards her. It was a simple kiss with no tongue, but sweet all the same. She grinned and eyed me up and down, whistling. “Yep. I like it.”

“And you,” I said. “Violet did not pick that dress.”

“Of course not. I asked which was better between this and a golden one. She picked this one of those two.”

“Ah, that makes more sense.” I chuckled and eyed her up and down myself. “You look incredible. You ARE incredible.”

“You, me and all the others, we’re going to be getting lecherous looks all night. Get ready for that,” she warned with a smirk. “If you think I look good, you’re not ready for the others.”

“And you’re not ready for our ride.”

“What do you mean? Is it not your mom’s caaaaaa… what the fuck!?”

Yeah, I didn’t tell Sarah I was coming in a limo.

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