Side Note: As Lincoln is getting older he is getting more arrogant and prideful. He is also throwing around swears like they are going out of style. Hopefully it is nothing too offensive. Just a heads up.
For an overall synopsis of the evening: Prom was pretty good. For my parents: Prom was a milestone to remind them that their firstborns are growing up. For Autumn: Prom was a fun party night. For Becca: Prom was… oh who cares?! This isn’t about her. Anyway, one thing I can say for sure: Prom was interesting.
As you may remember I was still shackled to Becca and therefore I was forced to suffer through her endless chatter about dresses, and corsages, and matching tuxedos, and whatever mind numbingly boring shit she was rambling on about. I know what you are thinking. You are wondering, “Lincoln you are way too nice to this girl, and I am sorry you have to suffer this way. Why are you are putting up with all of this?”
Well, thank you for your concern. I’m glad that at least someone cares about my pain. Your support is what has helped me get through the torture. I am silently, and selflessly, suffering while faking a smile for Becca. As for why I am treating Becca like a charity case; the answer is simple. I have every intention of cutting her loose soon. Why not give her a night to remember me by?
Becca spent way too much time talking about all of this prom crap, therefore she was not spending her time doing more important activities (if you know what I mean). I just thank the powers above that she did not make me go dress shopping with her. Poor Autumn was not so lucky.
Suffering through one more night with Becca wasn’t my only concern for that evening. Autumn is shy, and not as outgoing as I am, and doesn’t have a boyfriend. I was worried that she wouldn’t have a date for the night. We can’t have that. I wouldn’t accept her not going. Prom is suppose to be the biggest, most important, night of our teenage lives. Autumn works so hard at school maintaining her excellent GPA in all of her AP classes. Plus, she is so busy with all of her after school activities. She needed to enjoy the night. She deserves it. More than anything I wanted that for her.
I wanted her to feel like a princess for at least one night. I almost made Alex or JD ask her out, but before I got around to it, George asked her. Since George knows how protective I am of my younger sister, he asked me if it would be okay. He was nervous that she might say no, but I reassured him that he had nothing to worry about. My best friend stepped up, and proved that chivalry isn’t dead.
I was so happy for the both of them. I don’t want to jinx anything, but how great would it be if the two of them started dating? George is probably the only guy in school that is good enough, worthy enough, to date Autumn.
We all rented a limo, and met at our house at the start of the night. Autumn & Becca had fun girlying it up with George’s mother Sarah doing their hair and make-up. Apparently she is supposed to be good at stuff like that, but I really couldn’t care less. It took me less than an hour to shower and get ready. You would think that I would take as long to get ready as the girls took, but you would be wrong. I am just so naturally gifted when it comes to being physically stunning that it doesn’t take that long for me to get looking this amazing.
Autumn looked absolutely beautiful (she is my twin after all). Becca looked fine, I guess. Her dress was nice, and green like I had requested. Then again, she could be wearing a burlap sack and next to me she would look like a supermodel.
Are you surprised that Mom & Dad wanted to take like a million pictures of us?
The night started out well enough. The Prom was at the ballroom at the Racket Wolfe Hotel. It was decorated with star themed wallpaper and balloons were littered all over the place. As soon as we arrived Becca and I made the rounds across the room to say hello to all of my adoring fans.
We would all be graduating soon, and moving on with our adult lives. This is one of the last nights we would all be together as teenagers. When I become a famous Rock Star with tons of adoring fans these students can say that they knew me when I was a teen. I wanted the sheep, I mean students, to have one last chance to feel like they are my friends/followers. It didn’t hurt that I was also using this as a chance to narrow down the choices for who would be replacing Becca.
Becca also wanted to take our picture in front of the overly cheesy romantic backdrop. That was fine, I guess, but I insisted that we take pictures with Autumn & George as well. I guess taking my picture with Becca, having her hang all over me while I fake a smile, wouldn’t be too terrible. Besides, it will be a memento for Becca to remember me by.
After schmoozing with my fans/followers Becca and I hit the dance floor. While dancing I was able to keep my eye on Autumn. I trusted George to not do anything inappropriate, but I still wanted to make sure that Autumn was having the time of her life. I didn’t care who else was having fun or not, but I wanted more than anything for Autumn to let loose and enjoy the night. Looking over at her dancing with George I saw her smile light up the entire room.
During one of the song breaks Becca took Autumn to the bathroom to check their makeup. I will never understand why girls always go to the bathroom in pairs? What are they doing in there?
Anyway, Becca was gone and I was approached by the Castor twins begging me to dance with them. How could I say no to the only other set of twins in Twinbrook? I’d be putting the name of my hometown to shame. Besides, it would only be for one song. I would be back before Becca ever knew I was gone. That didn’t happen though.
One song with the Castor twins turned into two songs. Two songs turned into three songs. Before I knew it Becca was dragging me off the dance floor in anger. She was yelling at the twins. Most importantly though, she was super pissed at me. Me!!
“What did I do?” I asked. I was just dancing, it is not that serious.
“Really? You are seriously asking me that right now?!?!” Becca was making a scene.
Her insecurity was rearing its ugly head, and she turned into a different person. Becca was so green with jealousy that she could have turned into She Hulk. She was yelling as loudly as she could despite the DJ stopping the music. As the music died everyone in the ballroom stopped what they were doing to gawk at what was going on.
Becca was starting to act like a psychotic, jealous, crazy bitch. Her green envy turned into rage red, which was not a better look for her. I tried to get her to stop, but that only made her yell even louder. I tried to lead her outside, but Becca’s heels were firmly planted on the dance floor.
I was not about to stand for this. The time to break things off with this crazy bitch was now.
“You are being a psycho bitch.” I was done trying to get her to calm down. I just wanted to be done with the deranged, lunatic, bitch that would not stop yelling in my face. “I should have dumped you a long time ago, after I was done with you. But out of the kindness of my heart I let you hang on until tonight. And this is the thanks I get?! I have done nothing but be the best thing that has ever happened to you. You were nothing before me, and you will have nothing without me! Good luck, because now I am done with you.”
At the end of the night I was named Prom King; no surprise there. I never saw Becca again for the rest of that night after I walked away from her while arm-n-arm with the twins. She probably ran off crying knowing that the greatest thing that had ever happened to her was over. She was definitely NOT going to be my Prom Queen. I suggested Autumn be queen, but she politely declined. We couldn’t not have a Prom Queen. I couldn’t pick between the twins (probably because I couldn’t tell them apart). So, the both of them were my queens.
Like I said, the night was definitely interesting. For me the best part of the night was what happened at the end. It was double the pleasure, double the fun! It’s good to be King!!
Another Side Note: This chapter is not one of my favorites. And not just because Lincoln’s actions are deplorable. The pictures are not my best work. Prom was a nightmare to shoot. It was impossible to get the extras to do what I wanted them to do. Going into CAS over and over again to make sure they were properly dressed was enough to make me go crazy.
In the end I just decided to reshot everything on a different lot, with only the main characters. Also, please ignore the twin’s feet cutting into the dance floor. At that point I was just so over the whole chapter that I gave up any sort of editing. The next chapter will be better, I promise.
And as always, have a great day or night depending on when you are reading this. 🙂