Lunch
Ale: So wait, just so I have half a plan made; when is Prom? Is it a week? Two weeks?
Me: Think bigger Ale. Like, two weeks times two.
Ale: Oh thank God!
Me: Yeah, it's not till May.
Ale: Good, cuz all weekend, I was like "Whatcolorisherdress?!?" "WhenamIgonnabeabletobuyhercorsage?!" "Whenaremyparentsgonnabeabletomeether?!" "DoIevenhavetimeinmyschedulethisweektopanic?!".
Me: ..."At the Disco"?
Ale: Oh man.
Car (Ale's friend): *walking to the table with his girlfriend* Ooh, Ale's got himself a lady friend!
Ale: Yeah, and?
Car: Nothin. *sits down*
*After Seb and Kon sit down*
Me: Going back a bit, did you say your parents wanted to meet me before Prom?
Ale: Yeah, why?
Everyone: *eating their lunches*
Ale: So we bring up Prom in the ever-so-slightest and you all sit here and "oooh" and nick at us, but she brings up how I said that my parents want to meet her before Prom and you sit here in dead silence. 
Everyone: *looks at us, then goes back to eating their lunches*
Ale: I've never gotten you guys. *looks at me* Buy why?
Me: *holds up 3 fingers* *mouthes* 'Countdown to the "Ooooh".' "3" Well my mom and stepdad said how "2" they've never met you, and they really "1" want to meet you before Prom. *points to everyone*
Everyone: Ooooh!
Ale and Me: *rolls our eyes*
Ale: How bout this weekend? Cuz my weekends are opened, it's just the weekdays that I'm booked.
Me: Can't. I'm at my dad's.
Ale: Next weekend?
Me: I have choir rehearsal on Saturday, then a choir concert on Sunday. Though, rehearsal goes till 4 pm and the concert goes till 5:30, so maybe...but then I'd feel bad for your parents and mine cuz they'd have to drive us all around town, and-
Ale: Lady, you got rehearsal and a CONCERT that weekend! Don't overbook yourself! How about the weekend after?
Me: That is open, either for dress shopping or for dinner.
Ale: Then the weekend after?
Me: Open for whichever one didn't happen the weekend previously.
Ale: How bout...what date are we on?
Seb: The weekend of Prom.
Me: The whole problem with the two open weekends is...be honest with me Ale, is this dinner like "Oh, so this is Ruthie! Okay." or is it...
Ale: *sighs* This dinner is gonna be like "If my mom does not like you, we're not going to Prom", whereas my dad's like "Oh, so this is Ruthie! Okay.".
Me: *sarcastically* Oh perfect! Our parents are on the same page! *facepalms* *sits up* The only reason I wanted to know was because I don't want to have the dinner be the weekend before the Prom, I have my dress, you have your suit, then our parents don't like us, and we're like "....wELP!".
Ale: And we don't want to have the dinner at the end of April, have our parents like us, then go "SHIT!! WE STILL NEED TO GET EVERYTHING!!" and panic cuz we only have that first weekend in May to get what we want cuz we screwed ourselves over with planning.
Me: *sighs* We got slim pickins hun.
Ale: '///'
Car: ...Did you just call him "hun"?
Anxiety: Ya dun fukd.