A handsome, well-dressed young man sipped slowly on what was his twelveth glass of punch. He knew that it has been spiked with the strongest vodka he had ever tasted, but he didn’t care. Going to the prom wasn’t his thing but his parents made him go anyway. “It’s something that you’ll remember for the rest of your life,” his mother said when he told her that he wasn’t planning on going. The DJ made another boring comment about another cheesy prom song and he sighed to himself, wishing that he could just go home.
Suddenly, he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. It was the girl that he had a huge crush on but never got the courage to confess his feelings. She was standing off to the side of the dancefloor, her fingers twirling her long, brown hair. Taking a deep breath, he decided that he would go talk to her. Holding his head high, he walked confidently across the dancefloor as the DJ announced a song by Bryan Adams. Pulling on the lapels of his navy blue tux, he sidled up to the girl of his dreams, accidentally spilling some of the punch onto her pristine lilac dress.
“Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry!” He exclaimed while attempting to clean up the stain. “That’s okay, accidents happen,” she said with a polite smile. “Could you do me a favour?” He stopped his actions and looked at her with hopeful eyes. “Sure, what is it?” She gave him a toothy smile and said, “Can you get your hand off of my breasts?” He then looked down and saw that his hand was cupping her left breast. He took his hand off like he was being scalded and felt his face heat up. “Sorry,” he said, avoiding her gaze. He then turned to leave when a wave of dizziness washed over him, causing him to drop his cup of punch and fell onto the wooden floor hard.
When he woke up, he was greeted by the relieved expressions of his family. His mother held his hand as he slowly opened his eyes. “Hey, look who’s finally awake,” she said with a watery smile. “You gave your mother and me quite the scare, young man,” his father said. The young man groaned as the events from the prom rushed to the forefront of his injured mind. “Are you alright? Do you need me to go get the doctor?” His mother asked worriedly. “I’m fine, Mom,” he said, giving his mother a small smile of reassurance. Though he knew deep down that he’ll never be fine again. He would need to move somewhere far away from here if he wants to forget about what happened.
50 Years Later…
He sat on the porch of his quaint little house, watching his beautiful grandchildren play in the front yard. His wife then came out, two glasses of iced tea in her hands. She handed him a glass before sitting down next to him, gazing lovingly at the little ones running around in the yard. “I can’t believe that you actually fell for me that night.” She said, giving her husband a humorous glance. “Haha, very funny,” he retorted. “Maybe you should think about getting your own sitcom.” His wife rolled her eyes at her husband’s flippant comment as she took a sip of her iced tea, listening to Everything I Do by Bryan Adams on the Google Home Mini.