Steve watched from his car as Liz scampered up the front walk to Gar's house (hampered as her scampering was by her almost-disturbingly high heels). He felt a little melancholy, but reasoned that it, too, would pass. As the gaggle of people spilled out through the front door onto the lawn, Steve offered a halfhearted wave. Gar returned it enthusiastically and motioned for Steve to join them.
He opened the car door and stepped out, careful to wipe the brownie crumbs from his shirt onto the driveway and not into his car. A few steps later he was surrounded by hugs and shouting friends, clamoring for him to join them, that he'd find a date at the prom, that it wouldn't be the same without him, that they loved him and appreciated him, that he was wonderful...
It was, to that point, the best moment of his life. The day, however, was far from over.
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