Unforgettable

Chapter 2

*Again sorry for the cringe factor, still don't know what I'm doing but I hope you enjoy it.

The pink dress is sorta what I imagine Alexia to be wearing, and Jaylen's dress is like Alexias but in purple and shorter. Both girls when they go out like to wear matching fits.*

Jaylen came over around 7, and after arriving she proceeded to blast music, dance around the house, and make it a case in point for me to try on every single dress she brought over for my special night. I couldn't help but enjoy her company, she always seems to get the best out of me.

I ended up going with this dusty pink silk dress, with a square neckline, and this high slit. It covered very little of my chest, especially on my more curvy figure. Even though recently I've been looking a little thinner than usual, my curves were still on display. I put my hair up in a claw clip so I can have fun on the dance floor and not worry about my hair turning into a rat's nest by the end of the night.

Jaylen insisted I pair it with these strappy nude heels that wrapped around my legs. I won't lie, I did look good, but these heels were super uncomfortable and I knew that by the end of the night I'll be walking home barefoot. Jaylen and I always loved to correlate our outfits, any time we went out we wanted to look our best. We always were drawn to similar styles in clothing so we started to plan our going-out outfits together. I think it mainly had to do with the fact that she's like a sister to me and without my mother, and her better judgement in fashion that I kinda copied her.

I did enjoy my time alone with Jaylen. When it was just the two of us blasting music, listening to old One Direction songs, I almost forget who I am. Being abandoned by everyone who you thought loved you really takes a toll on one's mental health. But when I'm with Jaylen, it's like she's my older sister, helping me get ready, helping me experience life before it flashes before my eyes. I thank her for that. She is truly one of the very few people who make me feel like myself, who takes away the pain and I love her for that.

Jaylen snapped me out of my train of thoughts, "Hey, come over here and let me do your makeup." I smiled over at her and walked over.

Jaylen also looked extremely hot tonight. She was wearing this purple dress similar to mine but a bit shorter than complemented her darker skin. Mine rested about mid-thigh, her dress rested right underneath her butt. Her long black hair was placed in a half-up, half-down hairstyle with two pieces of hair framing her face. Jaylen was a rare type of beauty. She was athletic and had long legs and a slim frame. She was muscular but so feminine, she looked really powerful. Something I wish I had the strength to be, she knew what she wanted in life and wasn't afraid to hide, which is why I loved hanging out with her.

As we were getting ready, we reminisced on all the good times we had in high school. Jaylen reminded me of our prom in grade 11.

I remember this memory like yesterday. She and I went as each other dates to the prom, and we had matching dresses. At this point in time, my parents had already passed, and I was living with my Uncle Bobby. I was a little on the chubby side back then, you know baby fat, but I never hated how I looked. I thought my curves were beautiful. They reminded me of my mother who had the same build as me. Bigger breast, curvy, heavier than most girls my age. Most teenagers didn't understand that curvy was also good.

Being fit or skinny wasn't all the rage and those curvy women deserve the same love. So when Justin, one of our classmates came up to Jaylen and me and commented on how I looked like a 'fat cow' in my tight-fitting dress and that I shouldn't be here and that prom was meant for the popular kids.

Jaylen, being the bad bitch she was stood up from our table, looked him dead in the eyes, and said, "Excuse me, who do you think you are?" she sneered at him.