As much as I wanted to ask Heather to the prom, I watched as the Captain of the football team whisked her away with his broad shoulders, phony smile, ...and promises of the perfect life. As prom day neared, the conversations of Kathy asking me who I was taking to the prom suddenly stopped. She avoided me that whole week and stayed out of school a few days before the prom. I knew there was something wrong with her and I knew there was something she wasn’t telling me. I went to her house a few days. "I recognize that dress," said Patty."Why are you dressed like a girl?" one of her brothers asked."I'm not dressed like a girl," I said. "I'm just wearing a dress." But why are you wearing a dress?" another child inquired."Yes," my father asked sternly. "Please tell us why you're wearing a dress."I knew I couldn't let Dad know my real strategy. Besides, none of the other kids would believe that any boy in his right mind would put on a dress to avoid wearing shorts. So I quickly began to. But Jason pulled Stella into his arms and whispered ‘Why do you buy me gifts, when I have the best gift in my arms?’ Stella tried to answer him but he silenced her with a kiss – a kiss that was so good that her body turned into jelly. She went weak in the knees and had, Jason not been holding her, she would have fallen down. Jason opened the gift and saw a DSLR camera. It had been his long awaited dream to buy it. He had discussed many times about his passion for photography and how much he. It wasn't long before we were on our knees pulling weeds in the garden. To my disappointment Mom was wearing a bra today (white) and I was not going to get yesterday's opportunities to perv on her bare boobs. The sun was even hotter than yesterday and I don't think even an hour had passed before I was heading inside to grab a large bottle of almost frozen water that Mom had the forethought to put in the freezer. I took a small towel with me to dry off with when I returned and Mom accepted.