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"Prom Night"
Warnings: Language, rough sex
It's Y/N's final prom as a high-school student due to the fact that she was only three months away from graduating. She would soon take off the summer to decide what she wanted to study for at college.
But in the meantime, she was about to attend her final prom, where she wished to be accompanied by her boyfriend, Elvis; who had graduated a year before her.
He was working that night, so she was left to go by herself. She was thankful she'd have the company of some of her girlfriends.
After getting into her prom dress, she lifted her curls before letting them fall onto her shoulders. Her earrings were bigger than she liked— but she promised her mother she'd wear them since they were worn by her at her prom.
Y/N finished with her look and made her way down the stairs. Her mother was in the kitchen, gasping when she noticed her daughter.
"Oh, my God, you're so beautiful!" She cried, rushing towards her. Y/N smiled as her mother fiddled with the dress, sighing. "You look just like your nana, Y/N."
"And you." She mentioned.
Her mother smiled. "Oh! I almost forgot."
As she rushed towards the table, she grabbed her red lipstick. "Here. And don't forget to blot."
Y/N blushed. "You want me to wear this, too?"
She nodded. "It will piece everything together! Oh, Elvis is going to miss this."
The girl frowned. She didn't want to be reminded that her evening would be spent without her boyfriend, who she loved dearly.
"I'm sorry, sweetheart." She whispered. "There will be more things to do with Elvis in the future. After all, if you both get married. . ."
"Mom," she groaned, blushing.
Her mother laughed. "All right. Here. Take this. And let me get a picture of you!"
Y/N positioned herself in the doorway as her mother grabbed the rather large camera she owned, and snapped a photo of her.
"Saving this one for mister Presley." She smirked.
"All right, I'm leaving now." She laughed.
"Have fun and stay safe!"
When Y/N got to her school, she walked inside and made her way towards the gym, where the prom was being held. She only hoped it didn't smell of sweat and dirty gym gear.
But what she expected to be an empty, poorly decorated gym, was a nice, decorated gym that almost looked like an entirely new location. The only sign that it was a gym were the floors and the bleachers on one half.
Tables were placed all around, with chairs and more decorations. Music played through the speakers on a prop-up stage near the bleachers, playing over the entire gymnasium.
Floral decorations hung from parts of the ceilings and the walls, and Y/N gawked at them in admiration.
"Y/N!"
