After their reconciliation, Amber afforded herself an afternoon to go through a big box of memories of her friendship with Drew which she had not looked through in years. Records, notes, printed emails, and other miscellanea were fumbled through on a quiet July afternoon. Near the bottom of the box was the note she sent him one homeroom morning about going to the junior prom together. It was hard for Drew to hide how heartbroken he was that Amber decided to go with someone else. They never spoke about it until the day their friendship ended, behind a classroom trailer outside of school, when Drew practically spat the accusation that she “was just waiting for someone better” to come along for that night. Next to him Theresa wondered if the same had been true for Drew.
Still, Amber was glad they had not gone together. She had a miserable night ending with premature ejaculation and a lot of apologies. Junior prom was the night that Theresa and Drew got together. She had never been close to Theresa but she was willing to sacrifice a crappy evening for their happiness.
Amber and Drew recalled the events of that night as they sat in a diner about six months before she died. Amber did not remember them having such strong plans to go together and let Drew mockingly scold her for dumping him at the last minute. Drew always took things too seriously, too close to his heart, too personally. Their plans had always been “in case something else doesn't come along,” as evidenced by the note she now held in her hand. Correcting his version of events just was not worth it.
Amber put the box back in the closet. She smiled. In her estimation Drew was handling their current, very secret, very private, similar to their junior prom agreement, relationship with evolving maturity. Little did she know she would only see him one more time. She also had no idea how little he had matured.