Confessions to a writer

Homecoming

Nova wasn't confident. Nova wasn't this pretty. If she knew what I looked like tonight, I might piss her off with how much she wish she were me.

I was in my pink dress, the way it sparkled in the sun and made me feel happy. I felt happy staring at myself in this dress. It was long, it went to the floor, but it had a leg slit. And my shoes, silver and tall. Mother teared up behind, a big smile on her face. I looked like mother, we had the same smile, but I had my father's eyes. His green, longing eyes.

Cliff was picking me up tonight. Oh, how excited I was to see his beautiful face in a fancy suit with a bold cologne that drove me crazy for more of him. Mother loved Cliff, she loved the way he made me so happy. If Nova had Cliff, she'd break him. But I hold him tight... and sometimes I think I hold on too tight.

"You look beautiful, sweetie." my mom sobbed as she released a bouncy curl from the curling iron. My brown hair was in beautiful, long beach curls. I had sparkles on my eyelids, a glossy pink tint on my lips that matched my dress, I had faint blush and thick foundation that covered the imperfections of my skin. I was a barbie, a fake mess that everbody seemed to swoon for.

My mom finished my last curl, and she picked up her camera that was on her dresser.

"Smile," She said, and with the fake products that made me plastic, a fake smile emerged on my porcelin skin. I felt like Nova. I didn't like it. The camera flashed, and my mom squinted at the mini preview of it on the screen. She smiled brightly at it, then she let the camera hang from her neck.

The doorbell sounded from downstairs. Cliff was here.

My mom was stepping in front of me. I slowly stepped down my carpeted stairs in my heels, clenching onto the wooden stair rail to save my life. My mom opened the door and Cliff stood in the doorway. He had the most mezmorized smile and the most daring attire that would make any girl fall to the floor. But with Cliff's complexion, he still chose me.

He stared at me all the way till I made it to the floor.

"you look beautiful, my love." He said, and my face grew pink with natural blush as he took my hand with a smile.

"You don't look so bad yourself," I smile back, and I reach towards him to give him a peck on his perfect lips. I wasn't afraid to show him my best affection in front of mother. She was proud of her daughter for finding somebody to love, somebody to trust with my love.

"Alright, let me get a photo, then I'll let you two go," My mom stated. She practically pushed us out of the house into the front yard.

I linked arms with Cliff, and a flash of the camera blinded us both for only a few seconds. My mom looked at the photo with a squint again, then she gave us a thumbs up. Cliff began walking, my arm still linked with his, and he opened the passenger door to his black BMW.

I ducked into the car holding some of my dress in my hands. His car smelled of pine and the mixed scent of the fresh black leather seats. Cliff shut the door, and I saw him exchange a few words with my mom before running around the car. He opened the drivers seat door and ducked himself in right next to me.

He closed the door, then turned the key in the ignition. "You seem excited," Cliff smiled.

"Of course I am. I've been waiting for this night since I was like nine. Plus, I get to spend the night with you, handsom." I say, charismatically.

Cliff laughed at my statements, and he pulled the car onto the main highway with ease. "Well, you get to spend the night with Jace, too."

"Well she's not as important as you are. I expect to slow dance with you."