𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 (𝐁𝐖𝐖𝐌)

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

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As the colorful lights from the ceiling illuminate the room, casting a shimmering glow on the walls adorned with vintage wallpaper, Skylar and I's laughter echoes against the exposed brick. The scent of freshly cut flowers fills the air, mingling with the sweet aroma of vanilla-scented candles, creating a warm and inviting atmosphere.

It's 4 hours before prom night and everyone is getting ready. The room is buzzing with excitement and laughter as the anticipation of the night builds. Everyone is getting ready for the best night of their lives.

As for Skylar and me, we are getting drunk and having fun instead of getting ready. We don't have to worry about that since our makeup artist comes to us. This might make me sound spoiled but being rich just makes life 10x easier.

I came from living in a small house. The house I grew up in was modest and humble, lacking in the luxuries that wealth can provide. However, it was filled with love and support which was also filled with gang-related activities. I barely had any money or resources, but I had a great support system.  I was able to make something out of nothing and I am now living the life I always wanted. I'm thankful for the journey and the lessons it taught me.

Now I live in a mini mansion with an even better support system. I am now able to afford the things that I couldn't before and I'm surrounded by people who understand and support me. I'm content with my life and the success I have achieved. I'm grateful for the journey and the lessons it taught me.

"Cheers to making prom," Skylar says, holding up her cup. I smile and join her in cheering my cup. We both drink the liquid inside the cup. "That shit burns," Skylar says holding her throat and placing the cup on my vanity.

I smile putting my cup down beside hers. "We have a lot of time ahead of us. What should we do?" I ask standing up. "Practice balancing between heels and being drunk." We both laugh. We get up and start dancing. We sway back and forth, our laughter echoing in the room. We move in unison, in perfect harmony.

We laugh as we dance together smelling the liquor on each other breathing "How are we even going to make it to prom?" I shrug my shoulders "I don't know but I know I'm bound to have an awesome time." I go over to the Vodka bottle and pour both of us another shot. "Ready?" I pass her her cup.

We both raise our glasses in a toast and dance even harder, the music pounding in our ears. We laugh and twirl around, our arms intertwined. We embrace each other, and for a moment, we are the only people in the world.

I sigh and fall back onto the bed "I just know we are going to look so pretty tonight" Skylar falls onto the bed beside me. "I know right" As we lie there, catching our breath, I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. I reach for it and see that it's a call from Summer. "Let me answer for the best bitch in the world" I laugh answering the Facetime.

"Hey pretty. You ready to be the baddest bitch?" I nod my head "Baby I was born" I smile. Skylar gets into the phone frame "Hey Summer" Summer giggles "Hey Skylar. Why aren't y'all getting ready?" I wink at Skylar "Girl we are getting drunk" Summer shakes her head.

Skylar gets off the bed "ok I'm going to get a glass of water for both of us" I nod and she leaves the room. As Skylar leaves the room, Summer leans in closer and whispers, "So, any plans for tonight with you know who? The one that was beating that thing up" I grin mischievously, knowing exactly what she's hinting at.

I shake my head "That was a one-time thing. I need to heal before getting into a relationship, and I won't even have time to do anything. I doubt I'll be coming home and Adrian is my date." She smiles "Well I hope you guys find each other not in each other's drawls tho" I roll my eyes.