EMMA

"Okay, where are we going?", Emma asked as they crossed the cafe which Emma thought would be the spot for their date.

Matt took her hand in his, intertwining his fingers in hers, as he pulled her forward, "God you ask too many questions", he complained.

Emma smirked, "But you love that, don't you?"

Matt stopped and pressed his lips gently on her cheek, "Yes, I do."

They rounded the corner, and Emma kept walking straight, till she looked back and saw that Matt had disappeared.

"Matt?", she called out, slightly worried. This place was weirdly deserted, and she felt scared.

She walked back to the turn, when she was pulled into an alley. She was about to scream her lungs out, till she felt a hand pressed against her mouth and looked up to see Matt standing in front of her. He removed the hand gently and leaned over and instantly, his lips were on hers, in a soft, gentle, kiss.

Emma pulled away and smiled up at him, "Did you pull me in here to make out?"

Matt looked down, "Partly", he then gestured to the alley, "This sweet girlfriend, is the place where our sweet little buddies would come to practice their dancing for like half a year. And this", he said, gesturing to the wall that Emma was leaning on, "is the place where the entire dance troupe left their mark, before leaving this place."

Emma turned around and saw the entire wall covered with spray paint. There was a painting of a hand showing the...finger, song lyrics painted in all different kinds of fonts that the people could think of, there was an amazing abstract painting of a cap resting on top of a jukebox. But there was one painting in the corner that really caught Emma's attention. It was one in which there was a group of stick figures painted in white, dancing the same step, while two painted in red, were doing something completely different. There were some stick figures in black, laughing at the red ones. And there was something written below, which Emma went closer to observe. It said,

Having a good time does not mean following other's choreography. It means to not be ashamed of following your own - S.A

Emma ran her fingers on the surface of the wall, staring at the red stick figure, dancing to its own steps, and enjoying itself completely, without caring about the fact that the others were laughing at it. Emma, her entire life had been afraid of being laughed at, so she did not participate at all. She was so scared of not fitting in, that she did not even try to have a good time, her way. She did not realise that after everything was over, the others won't care about what she did, but she would remember the entire experience.

She has forgotten Matt was standing right behind her, and jumped when he spoke, "I would hardly ever come here. I did not even dance. I was so scared that I would embarrass myself in front of the entire troupe, that I didnt even try. Finally when I found the courage, the desire to do it, seeing Will, Shane, Kevin, and Kyle having so much fun, the troupe left, but they did leave a small remembrance on this wall. I never got my chance. Actually, I never took the chance. And they left before I could. But even then they left this lesson behind for me. So every time I need to think, I come here, and look at this wall, and remember that following other's examples won't help my problem. That I would have to find my own way."

Emma slung her arm in his, "I completely understand what you mean. I'm literally the most insecure person you will ever meet. I was always so afraid of judgment, that I never participated in the activity."

Matt took her hand and pulled her more inside, "There is one wall which they left blank, though", he said, and they turned and found themselves facing a wall, which had the word PROM? painted beautifully on it, Matt's face with green puppy dog eyes next to it.

Emma laughed, only Matt could do such a thing. But Matt was terrible at painting. Oh, the art club.

Matt pointed at the picture of himself, "I did not ask them to paint that."

Emma smiled, "Sure you didn't",she said sarcastically.

"So what do you say? We go there and do our own thing. Like the two red dudes in the painting."

Emma grinned and wrapped her hands around his neck, "I would love to be a red dude with you", she said and kissed him sweetly and slowly, taking in the word that was painted on the wall next to her. The perfect proposal, without any flashy signs, and roses. And she loved Matt for it. This prom was sure gonna be memorable.