☙ rockstar imagines

your mama don't dance

Inspired by Poison's song
*not really smutty (mostly kissing)

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Y/N'S POV

Tonight is the night that every high schooler waits for from the moment they enter freshman year—prom night. I have been dreaming of this night for such a long time. I have the perfect dress, but most importantly, I have the perfect date.

Bret and I have been dating since our junior year of high school, and we've been inseparable since. Of course, we've had our arguments at times, but we've worked it out. I was so excited when he told me he wanted to go to prom with me, because I honestly thought he didn't even want to go at all.

I'm currently in my room doing some last-minute touches on myself, with the help of my mom (I think she's more excited for this night than I am).

"I can't believe my baby is already going to prom!" My mom cries out happily. She ties the clasp of my necklace that Bret gave me on our one-year anniversary. "You look absolutely gorgeous." She looks at my reflection in the mirror and smiles.

I smile back at her through the mirror and say, "Thank you guys for buying me this dress." I look down at the dark blue sparkly dress my parents bought for me.

She gives me a kiss on the cheek. "Of course."

"Y/N!" My dad calls from downstairs. "Bret's here."

A smile grows on my face at the sound of my boyfriend's name. I lift the bottom of my dress a bit so I don't step on it. My mom follows behind me and instructs me to watch out so as not to trip on my dress as I go down the stairs.

I see Bret standing in the entryway with a tuxedo on. He looks absolutely adorable with a big smile on his face. I make it down the stairs without falling (thank God) and go over to him.

"Hey!" I smile excitedly at him.

"Hello beautiful." He puts his arm around my waist. I blush slightly because my parents are watching us, but they are used to it by now.

"You guys look so cute!" My mom exclaims as she stands at the bottom of the stairs. "I need to go get the camera." She runs off.

"Mom!" I squeal in embarrassment.

"Y/N, let her take the picture." My dad chuckles. "You only go to prom once."

She runs back over, now with the camera in her hands. "Cheese!"

I put my arm around Bret's waist and gave the camera a smile. The flash goes off, and the Polaroid comes out shortly after. My mom shakes it and gives it to my dad for him to hold while she takes another picture.

I look over at Bret and give him a kiss on the cheek, and the camera flashes. "I'm putting that one in my locker." I laugh.

"Alright, are you ready to go?" Bret asks me with a smile on his lips. He holds out his hand for me to grab and helps me out the door. My parents follow us onto the porch, and my mom still has her camera in her hands.

We walk to Bret's car, and he opens the passenger door for me. "Thank you." I say this as I get in.

"You kids have fun." My dad says good-bye while waving at us.