March 18th, 1984

Jeena's Point of View

"Do you think she'll like this?" Andy asked me.

"Of course. She's always wanted to go to prom, but she felt like she'd be cheating on him if she went with someone else. Which, I guess makes sense, but I think since George is so willing to do this, it'll be even better than prom."

"And you don't want to go?" He wrapped an arm around my waist, watching as I hung up the last piece of ribbon around the living room. Andy was helping George get ready a few minutes prior to this conversation. I couldn't lie, George looked hot. I'm sure DJ was going to fall over when she saw him.

I let DJ borrow one of my dresses since she had none. There really was no theme to this prom, but there would be a lot of wham songs playing. I could guarantee we would try and embarrass George as much as possible. Anyway, DJ's dress: dark red, poofy shoulders. I know she didn't care much for big skirts, so I had it altered down so there wasn't so much poof. Although, it's the 80s. Come on DJ. Everything is big.

Andy kissed my neck, which tickled, so I couldn't help but giggle. "Andy, not yet. When they come out we can head to my place."

"They better get out quick." He kept leaving a trail of kisses down to my collar bone. "Otherwise I'll have to pounce you right here."

My eyebrows raised. "You are bad."

"But you love it."

I sighed and eventually got myself to pry away from Andy. "Go see where George is. I'm sure DJ doesn't even want to come out."

He nodded, kissing my forehead and walking toward George's room.

When I entered the spare room in the hotel suite, I found DJ in the dress on the bed. Legs and arms sprawled out and everything.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"I feel... fat." She sighed.

"What, why?"

"Don't you remember that story I told you? What happened when I was younger?"

"I don't recall," I said apologetically.

She sighed and sat up, hugging a pillow to her chest. "When I was thirteen, I was going to the seventh-grade dance. I got a dress using the money I found on the street since no one would let me have fun. I put it on and went up to my adoptive mother and asked her what she thought..." She began to cry. "And she told me I was a fat whore and no one would love somebody with such a body shape..."

She started crying louder, so I quickly shut the door. "Shh, honey, it's okay! That bitch is gone, out of your life! What was that song Michael Jackson put out three years ago? She's out of my liiiiiiiiiiiife..."

She started laughing a little.

"No more crying. I have to fix your eyeliner."

She stood up. "I don't even want it."

"I don't care. Come here." I picked up the pencil and lighter. I put the tip of the pencil on the flame to make it more watery, and easier to apply.

After I finished fixing a few things up for her, we stood up and I hugged her. "You are gorgeous. Go have fun,"

I watched her hesitantly walk out of the room.

DJ's Point of View

I could hear Andrew talking with George just around the corner.

"Are you sure my hair looks okay?" George asked.

"Don't touch it! It looks great." Andrew promised.

"What if she thinks I don't look as good as usual?" He worried.

Andrew laughed. "Do you think DJ is going to look less attractive than usual?"

"No. She's probably going to be breathtaking." He said.

"Then you're going to knock her off of her feet."

Footsteps came closer, and Andrew saw me once he came around the corner. He patted my shoulder and winked, going toward the room Jeena was currently in.

When there was silence, I took a deep breath and walked out.

I didn't think George could get any more beautiful than he already was.

Pretend his hair is a little fluffier LOL

His jawline was sharp, he looked stronger, and his hair was so perfect it almost looked like a wig.

I went up to him and put my hands on his face. I couldn't help but kiss his perfect lips.

I pulled away, and he bit his lip. "You... are absolutely gorgeous."

I smiled, feeling like crying again. "Thank you. You don't have any idea how much I needed to hear that right now."

He cocked his head and put his hands on my face. "Hey... what's the matter?"

I swallowed hard to dry up the tears. "Nothing. I appreciate you doing this for me."

"Anything for you. I can't just make you miss out on one of the most exciting days of your life in high school. I mean, Andy and I dropped out to embarrass ourselves on TV." He then put his hand out. "May I have this dance?"

"Absolutely."

It wasn't awkward at all. I thought it would be since it was just him and I dancing in a room by ourselves. Honestly? It was better. I laid my head on his shoulder eventually, getting butterflies in my stomach when his arms wrapped tighter around my waist as we swayed. We stayed like that for about three songs, which were not very familiar to me.

A familiar "jitterbug" theme began to play. I opened my eyes and picked my head up to smirk at George.

"Jitterbug." I sang. beginning to snap. "Come on George, dance!"

He laughed finally smiling and danced with embarrassment.

"Jitterbug into my brain. Goes bang bang bang til' my feet do the same!" I tapped on my temples, laughing stupidly.

"Oh, so are we reenacting the music video?" He asked, smiling.

"Only if you'll do it with me." I rubbed my nose against his.

He rolled his eyes playfully.

I sat down on the couch while laughing stupidly, watching him lip-sync to the words and dance.

"Cause you're my lady, I'm your fool." He started pointing at me. "It makes me crazy when you act so cruel. Come on baby, let's not fight. We'll go dance and everything will be alright."

I leaned back. "I agree with that. I do act cruelly."

"Oh boy, do you ever." He kissed me and stood up to keep dancing and entertaining me.

Later on, I recognized the part right before the bridge, and my face lit up. "I know what's coming! Sit down and do it!"

He frowned, not understanding what I meant for a second. Then his cheeks went a rosy color. "No. Absolutely not"

"Please!" I begged. "It's so damn funny and cute please just this once do it."

He flopped down on the couch and crossed his arms across his chest, placing his hands on opposite shoulders. "Cuddle up baby, move in tight."

I started laughing while he did it. "Do not forget to roll your eyes."

He couldn't help but giggle at my demand. "It's cold out there, but it's warm In bed. They can dance, we'll stay home instead!"

I squealed and laughed like a child, "This is like the formal version of Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go."

"Limited edition, only shown to you and you only."

I stood up to kiss him, beginning to do the end part where they would put their open hands up to their foreheads and sway to the side.

"This is even better than prom." I picked up a chip from a bowl and ate it once the song ended. "Any girl would dream of this."

He sat with me on the couch, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. "A private prom?"

"No." I shifted to face him, then kissed his pink lips. "George Michael as their date."

He laughed, pinching the bridge of his nose with embarrassment. "I can't believe Andy convinced me to ask you to a dance the way I did."

I giggled. "It was so cute, I liked it."

Flashback to about five days ago, Jeena told me to come into the living room while we were at our apartment. She doesn't usually call for me, so I was super curious about what she needed. I walked into the living room and I saw George and Andrew there with her. She brought out her video camera, so I was kind of nervous. Andrew was at her side, laughing quietly. I looked over at George who was standing there in Wham dedicated outfit. White "CHOOSE LIFE" shirt, white sweatpants, and white Lonsdale boxing boots.

He looked annoyed and looked at Andy with "do I have to do it this way?" eyes.

"Donna Joe Collymore," He started, making me cringe. "I know your life has sucked for most of it. I'm so happy I've had the opportunity to bring some sunshine to your rainy days."

"So, I hope you'll accept my invite to make Sunday one of the greatest nights of your life." He pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket and opened it, revealing the words, will you go to prom with me?

I busted out laughing. I mean, full-on, in tears laughing. I walked up to George and said, "Yes, George. I will absolutely go to prom with you. Somehow."

When I kissed him, Andy and Jeena were in the background hollering and clapping.

Jeena.

Thinking of her name made me remember our conversation just before this. I tried my absolute hardest to not let the tears spill out, especially when George used two of his fingers to turn my head to face him.

But sadly enough, looking at him only let a sob push my mouth open.

"Hey," He said, pulling me onto his chest. "What's wrong?"

I sniffled, making sure I didn't let crying ruin the next hour. "It's just... I think it's so overwhelming to have someone treat me so well."

I could tell he frowned, hard. "What do you mean?"

I sighed. "Before I started living alone with Jeena... my foster parents weren't exactly the nicest. For example, I get a B+ on a math test, they hit me and tell me to do better. If I had a question, they told me to go to hell and they wished I was never even born. But worst of all..." He squeezed me tighter, letting me contain myself. "Worst of all, I thought my mother would be someone I could talk to for everything. I could bitch all I wanted and she would cheer me on and back me up. But... Actually, she was the opposite. Just before I came out here, I was crying on the bed in the bedroom because when I put this dress on, It reminded me of when I wanted to go to a school dance. I asked for her opinion, and she told me how fat I looked in it, and no one would ever love such a fat girl. I was also called an embarrassment, and a whore. At thirteen. I didn't even know how babies were made then." I clutched my hand onto his suit jacket, as he somehow managed to hug me tighter.

"Shh, honey...," His soothing voice relaxed me a little. "It's okay. You're okay... you're here in my arms. That's all that matters. I'm not going to let anyone hurt you again. And for the record..." He lifted my chin up again and wiped my remaining tears with his thumb. "I think you're absolutely beautiful. No one compares to you."

I sniffled, then closed my eyes, trying to breathe steadily. "Really?"

"Really. It would crush me if I did something to hurt you." He picked up a remote and turned on the tv near us, flipping through the channels while I eventually fell asleep from exhaustion.

When I woke up, it was nearly ten. I looked up at George, seeing he was just barely awake.

"You were quite tired." He laughed.

"Sorry." I sat up. "I guess I ruined the night."

"Not at all." He said. "I didn't really have much else planned since I knew you had school tomorrow. I told myself if you didn't wake up by ten, I'd wake you myself."

I laughed. "You could've woken me any time."

"I felt bad to do so." He stood up and took my hand. "Ready to go?"

"Not really." I sighed. "I'd much rather drop out now and stay with you forever."

He told me to wait outside of the room because he had to make a phone call. I wondered who it would be to, but it was very quick whatever it was for.

I fell asleep In the car like a log. I slightly woke up when I felt like I was being carried, which I soon found out I was. For the second time, George was carrying me like I was a bride. Except my head lolled at the end of his arm. I could only hold my head up for so long when I saw two familiar faces through my sleepy vision. I assumed it was Andrew and Jeena, who I could slightly make out a smile on their faces.

I was gently placed into my bed, since I figured George didn't know If I was comfortable with him helping me get changed, considering the conversation we had at his place. He softly kissed my forehead after covering me up. "Goodnight."

I tried to say it back, but it was just a mush of syllables put together. I heard him laugh softly, then exit my room.