“Hey,” he said back, voice rough. “I’m proud of you,” I said. He shook his head.
“You didn’t have to do that,” he whispered. “You didn’t have to tell them.”
“I know,” I said. “I wanted to.”
We stayed.
We didn’t slow dance or anything, but we stood together at the side of the room. People came by. “Gym looks amazing.”
“I’m really sorry about all the stuff we said.”
He kept saying, “It’s just my job,” and “You’re welcome,” and “Don’t worry about it.”
Every few minutes, his eyes would flick to me.
I’d nod like, Yeah, this is happening.
Later, when the night blurred into bad pop and sweat and cheap perfume, we slipped out. The music thumped behind us when the gym doors closed. Outside, it was cool and quiet.
We walked to the Corolla. Halfway there, he stopped. “Your mom would’ve loved that,” he said.
Tears hit my eyes fast. “I’m sorry,” I blurted. He frowned.
“For what?”
“For… ever being ashamed,” I said. “For acting like your job was something to hide. For walking behind you.”
He sighed and leaned against the car.
“I never needed you proud of my job,” he said. “I just wanted you proud of yourself.”
I sniffed. “I’m working on it,” I said.
He smiled. “I can tell.”
The next morning, my phone was insane. Texts.
DMs. Missed calls. “Hey, I’m really sorry about the jokes I made.”
“Your speech last night was actually amazing.”
Someone had posted a picture of him in the gym, still holding the trash bag.
Caption: “Real MVP.”
I looked up from my phone at my dad in the kitchen. He was humming, making coffee in his chipped mug, already in his work polo. He caught me staring.
“What?” he asked. “Nothing,” I said. “Just thinking my dad’s kind of famous now.”
He snorted.
“Yeah, right. I’m still the guy they call when someone pukes in the hallway.”
I walked over and hugged him. “Tough job,” I said.
“Someone’s gotta do it.”
He patted my arm. “Good thing I’m stubborn,” he said. They’d laughed.
For years, they laughed. But on prom night, with a mic in my shaking hand and my dad standing in the doorway, I realized something. This time, I had the last word.
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