Oh firetruck.

So Violet told me that Leo had promised to ask me out by the end of the grad dance today. He told her tonight that he didn't remember ever promising. As you might have guessed, there was no asking out (between me and Leo anyway). We did get in some slow dancing in though! But... Oh, I don't know if I should even say this. Whenever Silver neared, we both took guilty steps away from each other. Why? Telepathy? Who knows. All I know is that he started it.
I got my hair cut AND CURLED! I have never gotten my hair curled before, and I think I look pretty darn spectacular. Leo seemed to like it too, from the stare rays I felt emanating from him when his mom was taking pictures of us together. Speaking of his mom, I think he told her that we were going to the dance together, because she insisted on us standing next to each other on the group picture, and taking some of only the two of us. She also stared at me a lot. Like mother like son?
I CANNOT BELIEVE that Leo didn't follow through on his promise. Violet told me that she was positive he promised. Apparently, this happened when I was pretending to be asleep on the bus ride back from Six Flags. How did I not hear this conversation??? I'm considering waiting for Leo to go on Facebook, and when I see him there, make my status this exact phrase.
"you DID promise. and i heard it because i wasn't sleeping. you know i'm talking to you."
I'm not a fan of capitalizing on Facebook, as you can see. Must be a blog thing.
Well, at least there was the slow dancing to make into a lasting memory! We had no idea how to do it at first, but we eventually got the knack of it. His hands around my waist, and mine around his neck. Awkwardly stepping in a circle small enough to fit on a salad plate. But it was nice.
... I'm sorry, Silver.