This my romance story for the prom 2024, enjoy!
TW: Cursing
*Knock, Knock*
(Silence)
*KNOCK, KNOCK*
"I know that you're awake, Rylee. So, you better open this before I bust it open!", claimed my best friend Yor, youngest princess of Nesenthaldria. I shout back at her from the comfort of my cozy bed, "I already know what you are going to say. The answer is a definite N-O."
I hear her groan. "Come on.", she says, more like complains, "It's the first nebula ball in a millennia and you'd rather be all alone, feeling sad and leaving your stunning bestie to dance all by her lonesome. When you could be having the time of your life at a once and a lifetime ball!?!"
"You know, being all alone in my cozy and quiet room does not sound all that bad to me.", I answer teasingly. Yor wants me to go with her to this "once in a lifetime ball" that her fiancé Devon is hosting to celebrate the grand nebula star's return for one only night before it disappears again for another millennia or some shit. I do not see the fun in trying to be social with the other bourgeoisie and I am assuming they will have lots of men attempting to take my hand in marriage there, so no thank you.
Suddenly I hear Yor shout, "Finally!!" The next thing I know, Yor is in my suite doing a little victory dance. "Ha! Take that Rylee, me one and your door none!", pronounces Yor as she punches through the air. Looking stupid in her puffy gown.
She already looks dressed for her fiancé's ball. Her long deep brown hair is all curled up, flowing effortlessly down her shoulders, she's got on a long shimmery gown that just shouts, I'm a disco ball, with no sleeves, the dress the color of the shining sea, and she's rocking a pair of three-inch heels. The outfit goes well with her tanned skin tone.
"You are a dork, you know that right?", I say, "But a hella hot dork at that.", stifling a laugh. She replies, with dramatic puppy dog eyes, saying, "You bet your sorry ass that I'm hella hot! Though, a lass, I can't truly be a hot dork forever if my dork apprentice refuses to go to a ball with her master.", a smirk painted across her face.
My face going red, I give her a half-hearted glare. God, she can be so dorky sometimes. Actually, that is an understatement, she is most definitely a full-time dork.
Sighing I declare sarcastically, "Fine. I will go... with you, the walking disco ball."
"Hey!" she shouts, though her face lights up and she starts to say something again, but I cut her off adding, "Only if I get something out of this experience that I will actually enjoy." I emphasize actually, knowing all too well that we both have two very different ideas on what a fun time is.
"Well," she says, full of confidence, "Number one is that I, your dork master, will be with you. Number two is that there will only be about, uh, four of the nine kingdoms, maybe five of them there. Number three is that you are the daughter of the most influential of the nine kingdoms, Essencesoka! Number four is that you might meet a cute boy, your soulmate, while dancing about. I mean, you can't pass up a chance like that!"
I sigh knowing that I could easily argue that her reasonings for me going are absolutely pointless, minus the third one, but once Yor puts her mind to something then there is no winning that battle. Even if men do not interest me. Plus, I still don't get her new obsession with soul mates, from what I've seen it just sounds like a load of crap. But anyway, naturally I tell her, "Fine. You win, I will go to this stupid party. But you better uphold those reasonings."
