Aaron stayed the day, cuddling in blankets on the couch. Aaron sported my bathrobe to stay warm while eating some ice cream he whipped up from the fridge. He smiled, pushing a bowl of ice cream just for me in the bare spot on the table.

"Ummm, hi Dad," Aaron blinked a few times, his blue eyes staring into his father's matching pair. Mr. Chanson tapped his foot a few times against the polished floor and sighed.

"Don't you two have somewhere to be?" He croaked out. It was Aaron's turn to sigh this time.

"Yes, Dad. We'll leave in a bit. I'll let you know."

Aaron grabbed my hand, yanking me past his father, and away from breakfast, and led me back up his long staircase to his headroom. He plopped down on his mattress and I sat in his cozy chair in the corner.

"Now that you know my secret, tell me something else about Emily Hart?" Aaron said, resting his head against his pillow.

"Like what?" I asked, plopping down on an oversized desk chair.

"Like why Emily Hart became the mean girl?"

I sighed. "It's a long story."

"Is it, or are you not sure?"

"Both?" I answered his question. I thought I knew for a while.

"I don't know?" I added. All I knew was I hated being here. I wanted to change.

"Are you going like that?" I asked him, addressing his half-naked frame in his bedroom mirror.

"Nope. It'll be a surprise. Just be patient." He smiled wide and walked off to his bedroom closet. He dug around until he pulled out the perfect pair of suspenders and a cape.

"Can you guess what I am?"

"An even bigger nerd?" I joked.

"Close," he smiled. He walked off, disappearing from his room.

"Ta-da." Aaron croaked his best impression of a nerd going through puberty. "You're the first girl I know that has ever gone to prom in a pair of jeans, a regular tee, and a leather Jacket," Aaron jabbed at me as he turned in his preppy nerd outfit.

He was no longer a teenage dorkis. Instead, he wore high tops with high socks, short khakis, elastic suspenders, a Star Wars t-shirt, and a long red cape. Let's not forget the thick, oversized glasses and an awkward overcome. He had officially upgraded to Super-nerd. But he still looked freakishly hot.

"I like your outfit, too," I sarcastically moaned.

"Can you experiment a little," he pleaded.

"Nope. I'm going as I am. Always have and always will. You like?" His hands dug into his pants as he blew warm air from his cheeks. Then, Aaron dug in his pockets, yanking out a second pair of nerd glasses.

"Here, put these on."

"Why do you have a spare pair of fake nerd glasses?" I scoffed, rolling my eyes.

"Oh," He paused, twiddling with the pair in his hands. "The pair I'm wearing aren't fake." He stated as he winked in my direction. "But the ones I'm letting you keep are," He said, slipping the pair of glasses into my palm.

I reluctantly took them from him, as a flood of my middle school nerd days bombarded my troubled mind. Instead, I took a huff of breath, knowing Aaron was right next to me, and slid the glasses on the bridge of my nose, without a second thought.

"You look beautiful. Are you ready to go?" Aaron urged, tugging at his suspenders. His opposite hand ran through his slick hair as he smiled.

"Yeah, I am," he replied. Aaron's white-striped teeth were even brighter tonight. His blue eyes kept me hypnotized in his bedroom light.

"Whatever happens tonight doesn't matter," I sighed. "We either win, or we lose."

"Yep," Aaron smacked his lips. "But I'll race you to the bottom of my steps."

"You're on, nerd boy," I yelled. I shoved him against his bed as I raced to the steps. I hit bottom stair just as his strong hands wrapped me tightly in a bear hug as he tickled my sides, and I giggled until I was out of breath.

Aaron took my hand and tugged me forward. His father and brother watched as he led me through his sizeable mountainous house with beautiful white walls and a gigantic fan in the living room.

His walls shared pictures of a family similar to mine, All smiling faces. He led me up his long staircase to his bedroom down the hallway. Five steps high, a dorky picture of Aaron sat in a picture frame.

"Wait. Where are my car keys?" I searched my pockets. His hand reached into his khakis as he retrieved the shiny pair of keys for Cher.

"Found them," He chuckled. His hand raised above my head as he dangled my keys.

"I don't think Cher would mind if I drove her again."

"It's my car," I argued, reaching to grab them. He and I fought a battle for my keys for five minutes until I finally gave in, huffing on lost air.

We made it to his driveway as he yanked open the passenger side door, and I slid in. His smooth hands rested on the steering wheel moments later as he slid the key into the wedge groove.

"Are you ready?" he asked.

"More than ready," I assured him. Aaron Chanson's hand rested on the knob sitting in the middle console as he yanked back, and we were off to Halloween prom.