Prom Night | Michael Clifford au

2. My leg, fuck.

"I can't feel my face when I'm with you but I love it

I can't feel my face when I'm with you but I love it."

I sang along dancing in my room while applying my makeup. Tonight is Prom and I just started applying my foundation. Let's say that I spent the whole previous night watching makeup tutorials and I'm praying that it will turn out good. 

I haven't seen Luke since lunch. He disappeared to Calum's house and I hope that he never comes back until tomorrow. I continued jamming to The Weeknd, Arctic Monkeys and All Time Low. Quick fact, I showed ATL and so many other bands to Luke and now he goes around pretending that he has the sickest music taste while it's because of me. 

I applied a last touch which is bright red lipstick and I checked my eyeliner. Technically, everything is okay. I slipped in my dress and shoes and took a look at my appearance. My dress fitted me so well which is quite surprising, because my brother tells me that dresses are not for me. I had my blonde hair loosely curled and pinned to the side and amazing earrings that I actually borrowed from my mother. You can tell that I'm a Momma's girl? Nah nah, since I'm friendless, mum is my only solution in stuff like these.

You are probably questioning why I'm going to Prom and I don't have any friends, Hell I don't even have a date. Laughing my ass off. Well, I have this girl in my music class, her name is Stella. She's not technically my friend but we talk a lot in music class and sometimes at lunch. She told that I need to attend Prom, because of how special it is and some other shit. She probably is the only girl that's actually nice to me for who I really am, not so she can talk to my twin bro.

 I grabbed my phone and opened my door. I let out a sigh before going downstairs, my feet were shaking because I feel that I'll look like a complete loser without a date and Luke and his friends will annoy the shit out of me. I really wanna go wash my face, change and sleep, yet I'm excited to see how Prom actually looks like in real life, since I didn't go last year. 

"Ellena! Ellena!" I turned around to see my twin brother jogging down the stairs wearing skinny jeans, a black button-up shirt and a very cool black jacket. His clothes look better than his face to be honest. I raised an eyebrow waiting for him to talk, because I need to get going. 

"What do you want?" 

"Since you're going alone. Drive me to pick up my date, please." He can't be serious. Typical Luke though, when he needs me, he turns into the sweetest person on the motherfucking earth. 

"Ride with one of your friends or are they only available for alcohol and parties?" I chuckled and fixed my dress again in front of the mirror. "Please Ellena, be a good sister once in your life." 

"Ugh Jesus.. Fine Lucas, hurry up." He grinned and we quickly took photos (mum obliged us to take group photos) because my mother has to work tonight in the hospital. I unlocked my dad's car, he's nice enough to let me drive it and we were off to our school.

Check Yes, Juliet by We The Kings was playing and I was singing along quietly. I love this song so much. Luke was silent though, scrolling through his Snapchat feed, I could here so many high-pitched voices. He's stalking girls as usual.

"Please shut up, you're ruining the song." Luke snapped making me frown. Yeah, he can't last more than few minutes being nice. "You shut up, if I didn't accept to drive you, you'll be picking up your date in a taxi." 

"Yeah, that's why I asked you because you're naive as fuck and I can convince you with the silliest argument ever." My eyes widened and I took a quick look at him. I can't believe how ungrateful he is. How are we even related, we really are complete opposite.