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tie is straight, and make my way to the living room. Grams is already at the door, whipping it open to see the girls in their dresses.
    Nate’s with them… but really no one’s looking at him.
    “Oh, my girls!” Grams says, pulling Lex, Kaylee, and Brett’s date, whom we all just met, into a giant grandma hug. I can only see the side of my girlfriend as she suffocates in my grandma’s arms, but it’s enough to make me lose the ability to use my tongue.
    Lex hasn’t dressed up too often. She lives in that hoodie she stole from my closet. I’ve seen her stuff her mouth with a burger, step in dog shit, laugh so hard she peed herself and she had me falling for her through all of that.
    So to see the effort put into her appearance when she doesn’t need it at all… I really think she’s trying to kill me.
    When Grams lets her go, my jaw falls open, and I clutch at my heart so it doesn’t beat right out of my chest. Lex wrinkles her nose at me, as if the deep green dress is something she wears all the time and I’m making a much bigger deal of it than I should.
    “I got your flower thing,” Brett says, tapping my shoulder with Lex’s corsage. I fumble to get it open, and Lex laughs and helps me out.
    “Pictures, pictures,” Grams says, and she shuffles us out the door so we can take them next to her front garden. Pop-pop leans against the porch laughing at us as we try to give Grams a good shot. Kaylee keeps adjusting her boobs and Nate hasn’t been able to move his eyes from her chest. Brett’s date is about three inches taller than him so she has to take off her heels. Lex’s heels sink into the grass, and she falls face-first into my lapel.
    We finally get one Grams is satisfied with, and after another grandma hug and a whispered lecture about getting home before curfew, we head to our cars. We couldn’t afford a limo—well, Kaylee offered to pay for the whole thing, but Nate wouldn’t let her. Besides, I think the surprise party she has planned is going to take a chunk from her wallet. Brett helps his date into the back of the IROC while I hold the passenger door open for Lex.
    “Hey,” she says, grabbing onto my jacket. “This… is a great look for you,” she says into my ear before bundling up her dress and sitting on the seat.
    Damn it, I’m gonna have to adjust myself in front of my grandparents.
    ***
     
    “They… are insane,” Lex says as Nate spins Kaylee across the dance floor. They’re swing dance lessons are paying off. Maybe I should’ve stayed in that class when she made me practice with her. That one time.
    Thankfully Lex is fine with my side-to-side middle school dancing abilities.
    Her arms tighten around my shoulders and she pushes up on her tiptoes. She took her heels off twenty-five minutes into the night.
    “We’re totally doing it tonight, right?”
    I snort, running my hand over the small of her back, trying hard not to dip it underneath the fabric because Ms. Kingleworth has been walking around forcing people to dance “two feet apart!”
    “I didn’t get a hotel.”
    “We’re in a hotel.” Her eyes glint with mischief. “Go get a room.”
    “What about curf… wait, why am I arguing this?” I shake my head and slowly and regretfully let go of her warm body for a second. “Be right back.”
    “Hurry!”
    I laugh at her enthusiasm, running straight into a table. The cups of bright red punch shake, but thankfully none of them topple over. I maneuver through the rest of the white lace covered tables and out into the lobby.
    And there’s a line of nothing but guys from my school, bouncing on the balls of their feet, smacking their credit cards on their palms.
    There is no way in hell I’m getting a room.
    My shoulders slump, and I turn back around to the dance hall. Lex is sitting at our table, playing with the sparkles on the top of her dress. Her brown hair is pulled into a straight and narrow ponytail that just barely skims her shoulders when she turns her