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The Hardest Test	By : NMI Category: 1 through F > Family Matters Views: 4547 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Family Matters, nor the characters or stories from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. All sexualized characters are eighteen ears of age or older as this story takes place.

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As they rounded the corner, she first saw the long, black limo waiting in the driveway.
“Oh, my God, Steve. You got us a limo?”
“Of course, my pet. Only the best for you!”
“So you already had this reserved for you and Myra, right?”
“Oh, no, Sugarplum. Myra wanted to take the Isetta. She loves the Isetta. You on the other hand…”
Laura was shocked. The chauffeur stepped from the driver’s seat to open their door. She carefully climbed in, followed quickly by Steve. She settled into a seat facing forward and Steve sat next to her. His heart leaped as he noticed that in a limo full of seats, she made no motion to get a little distance between them.
“Steve,” she said turning to him, “how did you get a limo reservation the day of prom?”
He smiled, glad to find that she was so pleasantly surprised. “A magician never reveals his secrets,” he teased.
She rolled her eyes, but they quickly found their way back to his, with a slight smile and a twinkle in her eye. “Some of the things you make happen for me, Steve… You really might be magic.”
Steve beamed proudly at the compliment, but she was sure to quickly change the topic of conversation. As she reviewed his rules for the evening, he sat back proudly and just watched his beautiful date in the moonlight.
When they arrived at the hotel, Laura climbed out of the limo with a very nervous stomach. She wasn’t sure how badly people would react to their entry, and she wasn’t dying to find out. She noticed a couple whispering as they pointed toward them and she watched as they ran inside. Well, at least everyone’ll be prepared, she thought, for once not wanting to be the center of attention.
As Steve took her arm and began to walk her inside, he, too, found that his stomach was doing flips. He wasn’t nervous about what the other students would think, he couldn’t care less about the opinions of the masses, but he was a little concerned that if Laura felt too embarrassed, she might drop him the moment they walked in. Heck, she was pretty enough that she could almost certainly woo somebody else’s date away, not that she ever would. Still, Steve was praying that her commitment to him would at least give him the whole night to prove himself.
When they walked in, everyone gasped, but Steve managed to play it off quickly with a flirtatious quip. Their night continued uneventfully. To Laura and Steve’s knowledge, he hadn’t caused a single scene. Laura was kind to him all night. They shared a few dances, though he noticed that she felt the need for a break whenever a slow song came on. He still intended to make her share one with him at the end of the night, though he had no idea she had the very same plan.
A little more than halfway through the evening, they found themselves out on the balcony, all alone, enjoying the night sky and the lovely weather. A few minutes into their conversation, Steve was in shock as Laura placed her hands on his cheeks and pressed her sweet lips softly against his. At first, her lips just pulled gently at his. Then he started to kiss her back. His hands found their way to the soft skin on her arms, as he respectfully kept his hands in a clearly visible, innocent location, and his waist six inches from hers. His heart stopped for a moment, as she began to pull away, only to continue pounding a mile a minute when her lips fell gently on his again. She wasn’t just kissing him, they were practically making out as she continued to pull away slightly, playfully, taking a gentle breath before continuing her dance with his lips. Feeling a little braver, she began to run her tongue across his lips, asking for entry. He happily obliged as his mouth opened for her delicious touch. Her tongue met his and he pushed back so that he could stoke her lips and the roof of her mouth. His forwardness made her shudder, slightly. This experience proved one thing, for sure. It wasn’t the Woowoo Juice that made him an incredible kisser that night. He just was. As her mind found its way back to Woowoo Juice, she pulled away abruptly. As she did, Steve gasped as he found his lips all alone, again left wanting.
“What’s wrong, my pet?” he whined softly, both concerned and deeply disappointed.
Laura had tried all night to keep her mind off of her dreams that still hadn’t stopped, though she had led Steve to believe they had. That kiss, however, brought her mind back tevery naughty fantasy she had ever had about him. She thought it was best to put a stop to it before the magic of the night got away from her.
“Nothing, Steve. I just… Don’t you think we should be getting back inside?” she asked, refusing to make eye contact in case seeing him in that tux would change her mind.
Just like that, he knew his luck for the night had run its course. Putting on a big fake smile, he said, “Of course! You still owe me a slow dance, you know?”
He placed his hand high on her back and they turned to walk back in. Laura was relieved that he accepted her decision so willingly. She would have understood if he had bargained for a little more attention, but she didn’t feel emotionally ready to slam him down tonight.
The moment they stepped inside, they saw that the ballroom had been destroyed, along with the clothing of their Vice Principal and many of their classmates. When they stepped in, everyone turned to glare at Steve.
“YOU!” their VP shouted as he pulled himself from the wreckage, “I don’t know how you did it, but this is your fault. I know it is!” He pointed viciously as he approached.
Steve recoiled, but Laura stepped up to defend him. “No disrespect, sir, but when we stepped out to the balcony, the ballroom looked nothing like this. How could Steve have had anything to do with it?”
“I don’t know, Miss Winslow, but honestly, is there anyone here who doesn’t think this can somehow be traced back to Urkel?”
Every student behind him said clearly in unison, “No!”
“Then that settles that. Urkel, since I don’t have any proof, I can’t suspend you, but I can kick you out of the prom. Go home!”
“That’s ridiculous,” Laura argued.
“No sweat, my pet,” Steve sighed. “I’m surprised I made it this far.”
“No, Steve! You can’t be kicked out of prom for something you didn’t do.”
“Oh, lay off it, Laura,” the VP replied with a wave of his hand. “The ballroom’s destroyed; I’m sending everyone else home, too.”
The crowd behind him erupted into surprise and distress. They didn’t expect their prom to be over so soon. Sure, there were tons of after-parties to go to, but they were supposed to have a few more hours with a live band.
Steve had a very familiar feeling. “Laura, my sweet,” Steve whispered, touching her arm gently. “Take off your heels.”
“What? Why?” she whispered back, confused by the request.
“Well, they’re lovely, but I have to imagine they would slow down your sprint.”
“My what? What’s going on, Steve?”
“Trust me?”
Laura gave in and slowly slipped out of her shoes. A moment after she picked them up, someone in the crowd yelled, “Get ‘im!”
With that, Steve grabbed Laura’s hand as he fled, hoping to at least pull her to safety. They ran out to the lobby and Laura remembered she had a safe place to hide.
“Come with me,” she said, pulling ahead of Steve.
They rushed into the elevator, barely getting the doors to close before the angry mob reached them. Laura quickly pressed the number nine button.
“Laura, in my experience running from mobs, it’s best to get out of the building, not deeper into it. We’re gonna get trapped in a corner.”
“No, we’re not.”
As the doors finally opened, she rushed ahead. It wasn’t clear how long it would take them to figure out what floor they were on, but if they split up, it wouldn’t be long. She pulled Steve by the hand and paused in front of room 936.
“I believe you can do anything you set your mind to, Sweetums, but I didn’t think lock picking was on your résumé.”
“It’s not,” she said as she pulled the key from her dress. She hurried to open the door and they slipped inside. Just as they did, they heard the door to the stairwell slam open. They held their breath as footsteps and shouts echoed through the hall. Then finally, someone shouted, “The 9^th floor is clear!” and the stairwell door slammed again.
To be continued...
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