A/N: Hey guys! So, what did I tell you? Here's a new chapter for you! I really hope you guys like it! It's really late where I am, so this is going to be really short cause I'm really tired and have school in the morning. First period chemistry is not something I can sleep through. Please read and review! Any comments/suggestions/anything are appreciated!
Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS or anything affiliated with it or anything recognizable in this fic. I do, however, own Alessandra Daniela DiNozzo. She's all mine. Also, I don't own Never Stop by SafetySuit, I am just totally in love with the song. Seriously, go listen to it.
"Sam, you need to calm down," I told her as she bounced around in the driver's seat, hands drumming on the steering wheel along with the music.
We were on our way to my place where Ziva and Abby were going to help us with our hair and make-up for prom tonight. After, Anna, Julie, and all of our dates were coming for pictures. I'd never really done anything like this before, but it sounded like fun. Sam, Julie, and Anna were all crazy during school today, as was the rest of the junior class.
Sam pulled up in front of my building and snagged a parking spot. Stopping the car, she told me, "I don't need to calm down. What I think is that you need to get a bit more excited!"
"I think you are excited enough for the both of us," I informed her.
She just laughed and grabbed her dress from its hanging place in the backseat. We headed into the building and up to my floor. When we got into my apartment, we were assaulted by one of Abby's huge hugs. Sam had met Abby a few times, so this didn't faze her.
"Where have you two been? Didn't you say everyone would be getting here at six thirty? It's almost six!" she exclaimed, excited about my prom as though it was hers.
"Traffic was terrible," Sam explained.
"Okay, well, go get changed. Ziva's finishing getting everything set up in the kitchen," she told us and shooed us down the hall.
I told Sam she could change in my room and I took Tony and Ziva's. I saw it as that because Ziva was here more than she was at her own apartment these days. I didn't mind, it was nice to have another female around here. Tony had lived here alone for too long and it showed. Ziva and I had spent weeks here scrubbing the place down.
Once Sam and I had our dresses on, we went out into the kitchen where Ziva and Abby were waiting.
"You two look beautiful," Ziva told us, giving me a hug. Tony had a new joke that she has 'a soft heart after all', though I don't get it. She's been nothing but nice since I met her. I figure Tony is implying something that happened before I came here and I don't really ask about it.
"Thanks," I said to her. "Okay, so what are we doing?"
"Here's what I was thinking. Sam, how about a half up, half down sort of thing?" Abby asked her and Sam nodded her agreement. "Great! Okay, Alyx, for you, I was thinking a French braid?"
"That works for me," I said. I liked keeping my hair out of my face.
"Awesome! Okay, I'll do Sam's hair and Ziva, you do Alyx's. For make-up, we were thinking eye shadow with just a hint of glitter in it and whatever else you two wanted to do," Abby said.
"Sounds good," I said.
"Works for me," Sam agreed.
"Okay then, let's get started. Clock's ticking, people!"
We just finished with everything as the buzzer sounded throughout the apartment, signaling there were people downstairs. I buzzed them in and waited for them by the door. It was Anna and her date, Jacob. I had English with him, but I didn't really know him that well. As soon as they walked in, James, Julie, and Julie's date, Ricky, buzzed us and I let them in.
Finally the last buzz of the night came: Nate. When I let him in, he stopped and stared at me for a second. He had rented a tux, as had James, and his tie and vest matched the color of my dress. He looked great.
"You look beautiful," he told me.
"You look pretty handsome yourself," I said.
When I turned back around to lead Nate into the apartment, I saw Ziva and Abby watching me like hawks. They'd probably been instructed to by Tony, who had been kicked out for the evening because, after we all left, Abby and Ziva were having a girl's night, and I was invited t join when I got back at eleven.
All of the girls, and myself, had brought cameras, so we did group shots, just girls, just guys, singles, and couples. It all took about half an hour, but it was much more fun than I thought it would be. I also had Sam take a picture of Abby, Ziva, and me and promised the adults copies.
Sam, James, Nate, and I all drove to prom in Sam's car while Anna, Julie, Jacob, and Ricky took Anna's car, since we wouldn't all fit in one. When we got there, about half of our class was there already with more people arriving by the minute. Prom was being held in a hotel not too far from my place, which was why we'd chosen to do pictures there. The DJ already had the music going, but nobody was dancing yet.
The eight of us got a table together, as we'd reserved it a week and a half ago. Anna, Julie, and their dates all decided to go sit down together, but Sam, Nate, James, and I got drinks and stood near a wall and talked for a little while. We complained about classes, teachers, homework, and the upcoming prospect of college, only fifteen months away now. Though Sam didn't like to talk about it, she didn't really have to worry about paying for college because her family was kind of rich; they worked for somebody with a lot of power and money. I didn't know how I would pay for school, but I knew Tony would help me figure everything out.
When everyone arrived by seven thirty, the night kicked into full swing. To start, we had a sit-down dinner and then the DJ turned the music way up and everybody slowly got up to dance.
Nate and James dragged Sam and me out to the dance floor and, while our dancing wouldn't get us on Dancing With The Stars, it was still fun.
I left the floor for a minute to get a drink and, when I brought it back to our table in prospect of sitting down for a few minutes, a slow song began to play. As I listened to the beginning, I figured it wasn't really slow, but it just wasn't fast.
Nate walked over to the edge of the dance floor and waved me over to him. I put my drink down and walked over.
"I think that, as my date, you owe me a slow dance. And, as this is by one of my favorite bands, I think it should be this one," he said with a big smile on his face. He held out his hand to me, letting me decide whether to dance with him. He wasn't being demanding, he was being sweet.
I laughed, but took his hand. We made it out to the dance floor and mimicked the other couples as the chorus began.
I will never stop trying
I will never stop watching as you leave
I will never stop losing my breath
Every time I see you looking back at me
And I will never stop holding your hand
I will never stop opening your door
I will never stop choosing you, babe
I will never get used to you
With his arms around my waist and mine around his neck, it seemed like the perfect moment.
And with this love song to you
It's not a momentary phase
You are my life, I don't deserve you
But you love me just the same
And as the mirror says we're older,
I will not look the other way
You are my life, my love, my only
And that's the one thing that won't change
As the chorus started again, I looked at Nate, really looked at him. he was tall, with slightly shaggy brown hair and stunning hazel eyes. He had a widow's peak that only slightly broke into his large brow. He had high cheek bones that accentuated his smile. Nate was one of the nicest guys I knew and the only one to ask me to prom. And, yes, he was in America. I was in America. Did it get any simpler than that?
As the song ended, Nate did something I never thought he'd do: he kissed me. I wasn't expecting it, but I didn't push him away. It felt good, it felt right. When he broke away, I wanted more.
He smiled and took my hand. "I've wanted to do that all night. I've been restraining myself," he told me. "God, that sounds so cliché."
"It may be cliché, but it was nice. I'm sorry you had to wait so long," I told him, smiling.
"You don't think it was too… sudden?" he asked.
"I think you need to stop worrying. If I had wanted to stop you, I would have," I told him.
Nate breathed out a sigh of relief. When his eyes finally left mine, he said, "Hey, Sam."
I didn't have time to say anything before she pulled me away from Nate and a confused-looking James.
"Did you or did you not just kiss Nate Burton?" she demanded when we were out of earshot.
I blushed. "I, um, did," I told her.
"OH MY GOD! That is so awesome! I knew you two like each other!" she exclaimed.
"Sam! Calm down! Please don't make this a big deal-"
She cut me off. "Alyx! This is a big deal. I'm so happy for you guys!" she hugged me. "Come on, let's get back out there."
After a few more hours of dancing and having fun, prom ended. I was so tired as we walked out of there, I leaned heavily on Nate, who was holding at least half of my weight by the time we found Sam's car. The two of us took the backseat for the short ride to my house so that everyone could get their cars.
Sam dropped us off and drove off with two short honks. James unlocked his car and shouted his goodbye to us. Nate walked me to my door and then lightly kissed me goodnight. We hugged for a moment afterwards and he said that we'd talk tomorrow. I agreed and he waited for me to get inside before leaving.
When I got back to my apartment, Abby noticed something in my facial expression that made her freak out. "Oh my God! How was it?" she asked.
"It was really fun," I told them.
Ziva paused the movie and appraised me. "You look flushed," she told me.
"It's a little cold outside," I said, hoping that would get me past their scrutiny.
It didn't work. "OH MY GOD! You kissed Nate!" Abby exclaimed.
"Is it that obvious?" I asked.
Ziva and Abby looked at each other and then back at me. "Yes," they both answered at the same time.
"Tony's gonna kill him," I said.
"I will talk to him. Between Abby and I, we have a lot over him. But I think that Nate should come over for dinner, so we can meet him. And I promise, Tony will be on his best behavior," Ziva compromised.
I walked over and hugged her. "Thank you, Ziva," I told her. She and Tony had taken really good care of me, the best since mom died. I still missed her and knew this summer was going to be a little tough, especially the memorial service at the end of the summer, but I knew that, when I came back to DC, I was coming home to people who loved me.
A/N: Okay, so what did you think! I know, it was a fast update. I got inspired tonight. The song I used in this is called Never Stop by SafetySuit and I absolutely love it and you should go listen to it RIGHT NOW because it is that awesome.
Okay, it's 11:30pm and I am so tired, so I'm sorry for any typos. Please review! Thanks!