Secret alliances

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Wes's Pov:

"What color dress are you thinking?" I asked as Meera typed away on her laptop.

"Well, I already ordered mine last month."She said, taking off her glasses and opening her phone up.

The theme for prom this year was medieval masquerade.

"It's black so any tie works." She showed me a picture of the dress.

"Okay." A plain black tie and suit would do perfectly.

I noticed she was rubbing her head with a hand while typing with the other. "You okay?"

"Yeah, I just have a headache."

"Didn't you have one yesterday too?"

She hummed in agreement.

"Have you taken meds?" I asked, getting up and rounding the table.

"Not yet. I was gonna sleep it off."

I rolled my eyes and put my hands on her head. "May I?"

"Well in that case, can I put away my stuff and can we move to the couch?" She said, eagerly putting her stuff away.

"Sure why not." I helped her put her stuff in her bag and we sat down on the couch that faced the giant window.

Within five minutes of me massaging her head, she fell asleep on me.

I ran my fingers through her hair, leaning back myself so we were both laying down. Grabbing the blanket from behind me, I pulled it over the two of us and covered our legs.

I woke up to lips on my neck. Meera had turned over completely so she burrowed into my neck and straddling me.

When did I doze off?

I bring my hand up and check the time. It was around 5pm.

Meera stretched around me and leaned up, I wrapped both arms around her back. "Hi," I yawned.

"Hey," she yawned back. "My headache is back."

"How?"

"No clue." She shrugged, getting off the couch and stretching.

After a few more minutes of sitting there, I went back to my house and we FaceTimed later that night.

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It was finally prom day. Meera went to go get her makeup done while I lounged in my room. Before she left, she made me do a tiktok with her, something about a prom transition.

Which I happily obliged to as long as she gave me several kisses afterwards.

After three hours, I was ready in my tux and was in the bathroom styling my hair with Rowan.

"BOYS TIME FOR PICTURES!!" My mother called from down the stairs.

One last swipe and we both left the bathroom, barreling down the stairs.

Rowan was going with Erica to prom, his friend of six years. She made him a sign and everything.

"Meera and Erica have been waiting," my mom informs, shoving us out the door.

I walk out into our driveway to see Meera's parents taking pictures of her on their front porch. She was shielded by the column that was connected to the stairs. I did catch a sight of the back of her dress.

I jump the brick bench between our house and walk towards the porch, taking Meera in fully.

She was wearing a black dress, that had a plunging neckline with thin straps, mesh tool trailing down her legs with a high slit. Meera looked straight out of a movie.