A flower pokin' through the sidewalk crack

So, until George comes home, every couple days I want to post a favorite memory I have with or of or concerning him. We'll see how long this lasts.
Memory number one: We were at a bi-stake church dance when we were still in high school. We weren't dating, but we might as well have been, so we drove up to Carlisle together. My parents were asked to be chaperones, so we all went together. The dance was kind of lame. We only knew a couple people. Amber and Heather (sisters), their parents (also chaperones), Dustin, and Stacey. We sat out most of it (except for the slow songs) because they played ridiculously bad music. Dustin and Amber (those two were dating), George and I would all sit around and talk until a slow song came one and then we would claim our respective partner. They played "My Heart Will Go On" and the groan through out the gym was just barely audible. George and I started dancing and a couple bars into the song, I hear him humming along and just choose to ignore it. Then he starts singing quietly and I can't help but laugh. Then he started belting "NEAR! FAR! WHEREV-". I threw my hand over his mouth and just stood there. People were staring. I told him I would remove my hand if he would prettyplease stop singing. So he did. For half a second. Finally he agreed to cease for good after I forced him to stop again. I only had one question for him: How did he possibly know all the lyrics to the song? He took the blame route and said that his mother would play the Titanic soundtrack over and over again. Yeh. Sure.
One of the songs, you were supposed to switch partners whenever they rang a bell or something. George and I decided we didn't want to do that. This chaperone couple chided us and told us we HAD TO switch. So, the next time the bell rang, I let go of him, turned around and started to walk away. He did the same thing, and then I turned back around and grabbed him and started dancing again. We continued that the rest of the song. The couple still wasn't happy and said that we never switched partners. I told them that we tried, but no one else was available. He looked at the guy and said, "Would you let someone like that go?" :)
So, after the dance was over we were saying our goodbyes to our previously mentioned friends. We were walking over to where my parents were waiting in the car when I remembered I had to tell Amber or Heather something. So, I turned around and went back. George says, "Hey. Where are you going? Get in the car. We're going home." I said, "Oh, hold your horses, I'll be right back." So he says again, "Get in the car. Now." I ignored him. I walked over and started talking to Amber again and George continued with the "Let's go"s and the "Get in the car"s slowly raising his voice. So finally I turned around and yelled, "You know what? I'm going home with Amber and Heather and Dustin" and got in their van with them and locked the doors. Then he really started yelling. Amber told me I had to get out because it was crowded and that I really couldn't go with them. So then I got out and started yelling about how I would talk to whoever I wanted whenever I wanted and he started arguing about how he had to get home because he had church meetings early in the morning. So, finally I started to storm over to the car and he pushed me gently and I stopped and started yelling at him for that and we started arguing and yelling about that. Then this girl passing by in her group of friends turns to one of them and audibly whispers "Oh my gosh! Are they fighting?" Well, we both heard it and George looks over and not yelling but with a raised voice says "Yes, we're fighting. How 'bout you mind your own darn business." The group just stopped and watched us. I yelled at him for being so rude to that girl and that she deserved an apology and said that I was rude to be disturbing everyone with my yelling. We continued arguing loudly as we finally got in the car and my dad drove us out of the parking lot. The minute we were on the road, we busted up laughing. We laughed about half the way home. My mom had started laughing when we first started arguing and was still laughing that entire time. I kind of felt bad for the girl George told off. I'm certain she was genuinely worried. She probably thought he was going to beat me or something.
Seriously. I don't think he and I have ever shared that much consecutive laughter before or since that night.

And yes, I realize that that is technically several memories linked together, but it was only one night. So... there.