When Liz smiled, everything disappeared into a blurry, out-of-focus backdrop as she became clarity personified. My heart was racing and my stomach was churning and every muscle in my body was stiff with tension as I watched her smile and say something to her. It was like everything in my upper torso had seized up and was eating itself or something. I felt like I couldn't breathe in an instant. I don't know if it was some kind of sixth sense or just an unfortunate coincidence, but by the time Alex and I were finally laughing at our pathetic situation (her obsessed with a clueless Adam and me blindsided with my next door neighbor) and dancing under from that stupidly huge Mardi Gras baby, something made me look toward the doors. They manage to avoid each other at the event, but every glance she steals from him in that dress, smiling at her date, feels like a punch to her solar plexus.īut when she is waiting for him after he leaves the dance, he realizes that nothing about the prom matters.īecause Liz Buxbaum, in Chuck Taylors and a sweatshirt under the street light shining over her place, is actually a lot better than prom. Not only will she not go with Liz, the girl she has loved all her life, but Liz will go with Michael, the boy she has loved all her life.

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Lynn painter better than the prom