It was that time of the year, prom, and you were going with something that you could care less for. You roll out of bed, putting your (H/C) in a high pony tail. You put on Victoria's Secret sweat pants on and a big sweat shirt. Your phone started to ring and it was (Y/F). "Hello?" you asked, in a tired voice. "You on your way?" she asked, you nod, remembering soon she can't see you. "Yes, I just have to grab my car keys and dress," you say, she hangs up. You grab your keys for your car and grab your dress. It was a simply black dress, sparkly on the top, and flowy on the skirt part. You throw the dress in the back of your car and head to Starbucks to get (Y/F) and yourself a frappuchino. Once you get your drinks, you head to her house. You knock on her door, and she answers grabbing her drink. You set your dress on her couch and head down the hall(or upstairs). She gets her makeup out, and soon you taking your extra makeup out of your purse. It was just concealer and powder. She applies makeup to your face, and then you do hers. You have a cat liner, two to three coats of mascara, red/pink lip stick and blush. You gave her a smokey eye, fake lashes, and red lip stick. You grab your dress and put it on. You leave your car at her place and get in hers. You drive to the Motel, and you see your date. "Hey (Y/N)," he says, smiling bright, you give him a half smile. (Y/F) had gotten him last minute, she knew it wasn't (Y/C/N) but she at least cared enough to try hard. Your date was on the basketball team, and he just wasn't your type. (Y/F/B) waved at you and you smiled. They had been dating forever and they were just so cute, you were major jealous. You all walked in and music was blaring. A cheesy slow song was playing and you rolled your eyes. You went to get some punch when you bump into (Y/C/N). He smiled at the look of you. "Wow you look amazing," he said in amaze meant. His (E/C) glistened at yours, that you thought were plain, unlike his. "Thanks you too," you smiled awkwardly, he smirked. "How's your date?" he asked, you sighed. "He's okay I guess, he's really sweet, but, eh," you confessed, he laughed. "Well I think he's taken care of," he said, pointing to your date, making out with a girl. "Great, might as well go," you say. "I'll come," he grinned. "Why?" you ask, he frowns a bit. "That's my date kissing your date, do you wanna go walk around outside?" he asked, you smiled nodding. You both walked out of the building, (Y/F) didn't even notice, her eyes were in full attention of her date. You two walk outside, and all you hear is crickets chirping. He finally does, he grabs you in a hug, and you finally hug back. "(Y/N) I've liked you, no loved you for so long, I hate to see you broken, and when I see you cry in the halls. I know you probably hate me, but if you do feel the same just don't say anything," he said, you didn't say anything. He set his lips on yours, he wraps his arms around your waist and your wrap yours around his neck. You two French kiss, falling in love with the moment, not carrying if cameras catch you or anyone in general. You both lay on the grass, kissing the moonlit night, you've wanted to do this for so long, and you finally got to. He was yours and you were his. The End
