Tuesday, January 12, 2016

When Expectation = Reality

Prom is coming up and to be completely honest I was not expecting to get asked at all! I was even making plans on that day so I wouldn't feel too bad... Haha.

So on Thursday after school I was driving Eliza home, and she told me we couldn't be home until 3:00. I was so confused but then it clicked, and I started freaking out. My room was a wreck! I was practically screaming at her to tell me what was going on and if it involved my room. She stayed strong though! I almost sped home anyways because the suspense was too much, but I stayed "calm" and took a very long way home. Haha I'm pretty sure my hands would've been shaking if I hadn't gripped the steering wheel so tight. But then I remembered that I had locked the front door when I'd gone home for lunch because we always lock the front door! I was so confused as to why it was unlocked. I asked Eliza and she kept the best poker face I'd ever seen. 

When we finally got home it took me a good three seconds to notice the flower petals on the floor. At first I got excited but then I looked at Eliza (again) and I whispered, "Do you think they're still here?" and she laughed, so I was like, "No, seriously..". She shrugged her shoulders and then I thought I was having a heart attack! I followed the petals to the basement door and started descending the stairs at the same time Neal started playing the piano!! (In my head I'm like: OH MY GOSH! aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!) The petals led to a chair next to the piano and a vase with a dozen red roses in it (gasping and laughing/almost crying at this point). He continued to sing/play his own rewritten version of Thinking Out Loud by Ed Sheeran for me! Oh. My. Gosh. I didn't even know what to do except sit there and smile because that's all I could do! 

After he left I was squealing for a good fifteen minutes. Then I texted Sym and Asia. And my cousins. And my sister. And my mom. Can you blame me? ;) My sister pointed out that I have pretty much experienced every girl's dream, and she's right! Expectation < Reality.