Prom

High school.

It happens to everyone.

And for four years,

it has a way of dividing us.

Athletes, overachievers,

drama queens, misfits, jokers...

But then, just before it ends,

when we're almost out the door...

... one night has a way

of bringing us together.

Prom.

It's the one night

when nobody cares

who wore the varsity jacket

and who got cut from the team.

It's the night when

you might find yourself

singing at the top of your lungs with

people you've never even spoken to.

The night when that cute guy

from your math class

might finally make his move.

Prom's our night,

and each of us wants it

to be unforgettable.

That's why I've been working

all semester to make it perfect.

For me, and for all the seniors

at Brookside High.

Hey, Nova.

We were three weeks away

and everything was going as planned.

Well, almost everything.

Has he asked you yet?

It's 8.00 a.m.

He will!

You guys are perfect together.

You're in all the same

AP classes, swim team co-captains,

you've both been, like, class

everything since kindergarten.

Trust me, it's going to happen.

Has he asked you yet?

Well, he will.

He's never once made a move.

Well, he's Brandon. He's shy.

Or, maybe he's just not interested.

Don't you want him to ask you?

Yes, I want him to ask me. It's prom!

Here he comes.

Hey, Nova!

- It's happening.

- Bye.

Wow. Beautiful.

Brandon! Thanks.

Posters look great. Nice job.

Yeah.

I'm gonna do the cafeteria.

Oh.

You know, Rachel, I found that prom

dress you were talking about.

Thanks, Nova. We'll be there.

You know, you could go.

No, thank you.

Prom's like

the Olympics of high school.

You wait four years,

three people have a good time,

and everybody else gets to live

on with shattered dreams.

My stepbrother, folks.

Can you believe he's single?

Come on, Lloyd. Your fear of girls

has gone from cute to clinical.

It's just prom.

Ask somebody. And be creative.

This is your last chance to make anyone

remember you even went here.

Wow. Nova, that looks awesome.

Thanks. Make sure you and Tyler

aren't too late.

We crown prom king and queen

at 9.35. Just saying.

Hey! My queen!

Hey, Tyler.

- Hi, Tyler.

- What's up, man?

So, I saw the posters,

and I thought about you.

And about a party bus.

Oh, yeah!

Hey, Tyler, can we talk?

OK, so you can only listen

to one artist for the rest of your life,

- and Stick Hippo does not exist. Go.

- Oh, man.

No Stick Hippo, the

greatest band of all time?

Jack White. You get three

epic bands, and counting.

Lucas, you blow my mind every day.

OK, next one. Grunge rock supergroup,

Good one. OK, how 'bout...

Look at them.

I want to go to prom.

Well, Megan Brooks went

when she was a sophomore.

So it can totally happen.

It's like they're in a trance.

Yeah.

- See you later.

- Bye.

- Lucas, you gotta ask her out.

- Dude, you're crazy.

She doesn't want to go out with me.

I've got nothing to offer.

No car, no cool parties, no prom.

Check it out.

Prom this year

is gonna be so much fun.

Oh, my gosh. I really want to go

with Dakota. That'd be amazing.

Hey, Rhoda,

I turned 18 last week.

You know what that means, right?

They can try you as an adult?

Rhoda! You break my heart.

It means we can

finally run away together.

You, me, the open road.

So, what are you in for?

Let me guess.

Trouble at the model UN?

Prom poster crisis?

Wait, I know.

You're receiving an award

for most awards.

Actually, I'm in trouble this time.

Really?

They caught me riding around

school on my little moped

- because I think I'm such a rebel.

- It's not a moped.

It's a 1972 Norton Commando.

It's adorable.

Jesse Richter? My office, now.

Nova, I'll have those papers

for you by lunch.

Richter, Richter, Richter.

Let's see.

"Jesse has cut last period

every Monday for four weeks."

- You know what this means?

- I'm consistent?

You do realise you're only

cheating yourself, right?

You know, I had a talk

with myself about that.

Turns out I'm OK with it.

I don't have time for this.

Today it's cutting class. Last month

it's fighting in the cafeteria?

You don't care about anything.

And you and I both know...

...you're going nowhere.

The good news is,

the really good news,

in a month and a half,

that's not gonna be my problem

'cause I'm going on vacation,

and you are gonna disappear forever.

You wanna do that with

a diploma, that's up to you.

Six weeks, Richter. Six weeks.

Do you think you can handle that?

Yeah. I'll leave this place

in one piece for ya.

Because in September,

you're gonna be right back here.

Get to class.

What is this?

An earring?

Very good.

Why was it in your car?

Wait, I know. I drove half the girls'

soccer team to Papa Gino's last week.

You did?

Yes, OK? Now stop acting crazy.

You know you're my girl.

And you're gonna be the prom queen,

up there looking beautiful.

What is it?

You need to ask me.

I know, OK? Don't worry.

I've got plans.

Here. For the soccer team.

I got it! I got it!

Pick it up.

Come on, you guys.

I got it. I got...

- OK.

- You guys got it?

- Yep. You guys all right?

- Yeah.

- Feel like I'm carrying all the weight.

- Me too.

I feel like you're

carrying all the weight.

Lower it.

- Careful of the stars.

- Let it down.

Hey, man, relax.

- OK.

- Are we... done?

- What?

- Well...

...that was the last

of our prom decorations.

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