I pulled her aside off the counter, making room for the girls who were trying to look in the mirror, and tried to find a corner that didn't smell so strongly of hair spray.

God, I hate the smell of hair spray! I could hardly stand getting my hair done for the prom because of all the crap they put in it, but they said they used a special spray for the dances that wouldn't smell bad or hurt my date's eyes as we danced. Why can't they use that brand all the time?

I snapped out of it and realized Wendy was asking me what she should do about David, her part-time boyfriend. From her sophomore year, she'd been dumping or dating him in alternating months, and now she was complaining again that he was creeping her out or something like that.

I wasn't really focused but told her that she was finally at her senior prom after all this time, and she should go grab her date and have fun. I rambled a lot more, but that was my main point.

It seemed to totally inspire her. I worry about her sometimes.