Chapter 20: Dance Prep

Sometimes you sense a change within yourself. I know that I am not the same person that I was at the beginning of this school year. I want to say that is a good thing in itself. I feel like I have a better handle on things and it has been a while since my last fit of rage. I really do feel like there was a change.

I still can't believe I was talked into going to the school dance.

"Hey Ty, can I come in?" I heard my dad ask outside my door.

When my dad opened my door I could see that he was unable to contain his smile. I never went to a school dance before and here I am wearing this suit that a bunch of girls picked out. Well it is just black pants with a white button down shirt, but I still didn't have a choice.

"Can you help me tie my bow tie?" I asked.

"Sorry bud. That was always your mother's job." My dad said with a laugh "Maybe one of your girl's could help you."

"I guess."

I say that but these girls have done so much for me. They never cease to surprise me. They have had plenty of reasons not to talk to me. Hell, they even have reasons to be afraid of me. I still can't believe that they willingly talk to me.

"Can you just wear a regular tie?" Dad asked.

"No, the girls begged me to wear a bow tie."

Before my dad could question me any further the doorbell rang. If you would have told me a year ago that a bunch of people would be meeting at my house for a school dance I would have laughed at you.

When I opened the door Ky ran past me causing his cape to fly up. Wait, what is he wearing? When Ky finally stopped running I was able to see his outfit. He was wearing this blue suit, with white boots and a white cowboy hat with a purple cape.

"Why is he in a cape?" I asked.

"The same reason why you are in that outfit, professor." Katerina said as she walked in. She was wearing this golden dress with black cowgirl boots and black gloves that stopped at the base of her elbow. She wore a black bow around her waist, and a crown that pulled together the whole outfit.

"Was I tricked into cosplay?" I asked. "Because you are dressed like Princess from the Powerpuff Girls and Ky is clearly a hyperactive Mojo Jojo"

"You would be Professor Utonium if you would put on your bow tie."

"Jokes on you, he wears a tie."

"One episode he wears a bow tie when he goes on a date." Katerina argued.

"You expect people to know who I am based off of one episode?"

"Do you have a regular tie?"

"What kind of man doesn't own a tie? I just need help putting it on."

Katerina turned to Ky and started to sign to him. Ky nodded and walked over to me. It was pretty obvious at this point that Ky was going to help me with my tie, so I led him to my room. I could tell that Ky was nervous due to how red he turned. My room is nothing special, but I understood his reaction.

I handed Ky my tie and stood as still as possible. Ky was nervous as he tied my tie around my neck. His hands kept shaking, and I was low key afraid that he might choke me. I put my hand on Ky's lower back in an attempt to calm him. That's when Ky looked up at me. He seemed nervous and was very red. It was funny because it felt like he completely gave up on tying my tie as he stared into my eyes.

I still don't know how I feel about this guy.

"Your mother used to tie my ties." My dad said as he walked into my room unprompted, unannounced and unwanted.

The sudden presence of my father scared Ky to the point where he pulled down on my tie. The sudden movement caused the tie to rise up and choke me.

My dad started laughing as I began to gasp for air. "Your mother used to do that too."

"Don't you ever knock?"

"You said I could come in earlier." My dad argued. I don't have the time nor patience to explain to my dad why that isn't okay. "Go down stairs. The rest of the girls are here. I need to talk to Kyle for a second."

"You understand how that is not happening right."

My dad proceeded to kick me out of my own room. I was so focused on how he would talk to Ky that I never thought to ask what he needed to say. 

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