Prom Page #2
to get up the nerve to ask her out.
"O" is for the only girl
I've ever called my girlfriend,
and the only one I ever want to.
And "M"...is for
University of Michigan, of course.
Because that's our
next chapter together.
But I'm getting ahead of myself,
because before graduation and college
and the rest of our lives together,
there's something that I need to ask.
Yes! Yes!
Hey! Hey! Prom?
Yes! Yes!
Yes!
- Yes!
- Oh, yeah.
Darrell. Come on.
Get him. Let's go.
Come on. Don't...
Darrell.
Darrell!
Looks like it's just us.
Yeah.
Do you have a minute? I was...
I was hoping to talk to you alone.
Yeah. Sure. What do you
want to talk about?
It's about prom.
Oh.
We've been working on the prom
committee now for several months,
and, since we're on the committee,
I think it's a good idea for us
to arrive a little early on prom night.
You know, make sure
everything's copacetic.
I suppose that makes sense.
So, driving-wise, we should go together.
You want to...
Carpool.
Right.
Well, you know, people
get so carried away
with the whole prom date thing.
I say why not be practical
about it, you know?
Brandon, I...
Is that a yes?
I'd love to.
OK, then.
Here you go.
Or do you want me to hold on to it?
So it's a date.
And Ethan got to be line leader
because it was his birthday.
But my birthday's in July,
which is totally unfair.
Totally.
Every summer birthday gets celebrated on
one day at the end of the school year.
And there are like six of us.
And two of them are girls.
And they made Mike S. line leader first
and his birthday
isn't even until August,
so I said... Mom!
- Hey!
- What are you doing home?
Well, the place was dead,
so Lou gave me the afternoon off.
- I actually get to see my kids.
- Cool!
You see what came in the mail?
Wanna try it on?
Nah. Since you're here,
I think I'll call work
and see if I can pick up
some extra hours.
Come on, sweetie.
Let's all take tonight off.
Who keeps opening this door?
There's nothing
but garbage down there.
Dad, if Mom got the hang
of this, then you can, too.
Here. Watch.
Just click this, and... There we are.
Wow.
- Hold on.
- What?
You just have a little grease.
See?
It's paying off already.
Boy. I don't know about this.
It's super easy.
Make sure I'm online. And then
choose me from the contacts menu.
And next fall, we can talk
whenever you want.
OK. How 'bout midnight?
Every night of the week.
I don't know about that, Dad.
Georgetown on a scholarship, boy.
It's just like we always
talked about, huh?
You heading off
to achieve great things.
It's the heading off part I'm just...
...having a little trouble with.
That's all.
Dad.
You deserve an awesome prom,
so... why wait?
Wow.
Tyler, this is beautiful.
Told you I had plans. And what is prom
without a romantic dinner?
You got Taco King.
Vegetarian burrito, extra guac.
So...
...will you go with me?
To prom?
Yes.
Come on.
Thanks, Tyler.
Whoa.
It's like Apocalypse Prom.
Hey, there.
How you doing, Nova?
Nova, what do we do now?
Yeah. Is prom, like, cancelled?
We could always postpone
till after graduation.
No.
I don't wanna tell
the entire senior class
to return their dresses,
cancel their dates.
- If we do that, then...
- The terrorists have won?
People are counting on us.
Prom's three weeks away.
So we work before school.
After school.
I would, but I can't.
I'm starting my internship.
And I'm...
I'm in the spring musical.
Yeah, man. I mean, this was already
my hardest class this semester.
I'm tapped out. I got nothing left.
Brandon?
Nova. AP tests are coming.
I'm already behind.
We need to get these kids
back into class, OK?
There has to be
something we can do.
Nova?
Mr Dunnan, the prom decorations
are completely destroyed.
Nova, I know.
The prom committee
worked very, very hard.
Everything was in that shed.
There's no one left to help me.
Mr Dunnan, what are we
gonna do? What are you...
- Bill.
- Sir.
- Principal Dunnan? Mr Dunnan?
- Richter!
Get that pile of junk
off of school grounds.
- You can't ride that back here.
- Right. Sorry.
Wouldn't want any school
property to get damaged.
You think it's funny
when people's hard work gets destroyed?
It's just a bunch
of dumb prom decorations.
Wait. No. Prom's ruined.
The boys and girls of Brookside
have been robbed of their right
to stand around in a gym
and drink punch.
Put the flags at half mast.
I got a better idea.
You're gonna help her rebuild.
- What?
- What?!
Nova, you need help.
Richter, you clearly need
a way to stay out of trouble
for the next couple of weeks.
Him? Mr Dunnan,
I really don't think he...
Little Miss Sunshine's right.
You should listen to her.
No. You're gonna do it.
Who knows?
You might even learn something
about hard work and dedication.
And if this prom isn't rebuilt to her
specifications, you won't graduate.
You can't do that! You can't
keep me from graduating.
You know what? I had a talk
with myself about that...
...turns out I'm OK with it.
Hey, guys.
Hi, you.
- What's with the helmets?
- Varsity made us wear them.
- It's... humiliating.
- I think it's cute.
Yeah? We could get you one.
Maybe it'll catch on.
Well, you could get
me pink. It'd match my outfit.
That'd be pretty. And safe.
Well, I need a serious cram session
for the elements test.
Yeah. Any time.
Just think of me as your lab partner.
You are my lab partner.
- Good point.
- I'll see you guys later.
Are you OK?
Yeah. Fine. Helmet.
Your sister's right.
There are tons of girls out there
who'd be thrilled to go
to prom with you.
All you have to do is ask one of them.
Thank you, Oprah,
for that nugget of wisdom.
You can do it.
Just be... Lloyd.
That hasn't exactly worked out
for me, like, ever.
She's right. It's not that hard.
This coming from the guy who hasn't
asked anyone out since middle school.
You guys have been together forever.
Your whole lives are planned out.
Next year...
Dude, I just don't understand how your
sister convinced you to ask someone.
You've been ignoring my advice
for years. Right, Mei?
Lloyd, she's out there.
Now go find her.
So do you think
you're gonna go to prom?
I don't know yet. It depends.
Do you know what? I really wanna go.
Only if he asks me, like...
Alice, you know he's gonna
ask you. So, it'll be OK.
- What is that?
- Oh, my God.
Who did this?
- I don't know.
- I mean,
what kind of sick twist would put creepy
serial killer letters
on a person's locker?
- It's OK.
- Oh, God!
What did I do wrong?
- So?
- I was never here. You never saw me.
Lloyd?
Come on, guys. Work it.
Well, now you
have to ask her out.
- I don't know, dude.
- You're killing me here, man.
There you go, fellas.
We totally had that.
Hey, Lucas.
You're looking good out there, bro.
- Really?
- He is?
You've got real varsity potential.
He does?
I gotta go.
Wow. Thanks, Tyler.
Hey, I'm having a team barbecue
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