Love's Last Dance (Pearlshipping)

Love's Last Dance

A/N: Shout-out to all the people who DON'T tan or do spray-on tan before prom!

Love's Last Dance

At first, I thought prom was going to a pain. How fortunate I had friends to go along with or I wouldn't have bothered. I could have enjoyed the night on my own, however my friends insisted I came with them. I love them. It's hard to say no to them, even if I could smell trouble.

"Alright folks," the DJ said. "We're going to have one last slow song before we close up."

One last slow song? From what I heard, the first slow song was See You Again. Absolutely in no way is that a slow song! My friends and I were taking pictures at the photo booth while it played. That was where we were when Prom King and Queen were announced as well. Dammit Bianca!

I looked around the room. Everyone came in four hours ago and more than half of them left an hour ago, the time when we could leave. There were two sets of doors we could exit to; in front of them were tables where everyone sat, with the dance floor in the middle of the room. The front of the center was a table holding a chocolate fountain—which was really cool to have. On the back was the DJ set; nothing too special. Speakers stood on the sides of that table. On the back wall was a bar which served soda and Shirley Temples (no alcohol) and what I imagine would be the doorway to the kitchen that prepped our meals.

The song began to play and I could hear the instruments playing. I muttered the name of the song to myself.

"Careless Whispers."

"Hey N."

I turned to the voice that called me and saw my friend, Hilda. She was one of the few girls who wore a tuxedo instead of a dress. She had a white bow tie, white buttons and cufflinks, and a white shirt; everything else was black. Her brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail, like she usually keeps it.

"What's up?" I responded.

"We're going to leave soon. Ya ready to go?"

I nodded. "Yeah, let me get my stuff." I walked to the table where we sat. There laid the photos that we took at the booth; each slip had three photos and we took about five of them. There were also accessories on a table nearby and we definitely took advantage of them.

I feel so unsure
As I take your hand and lead you to the dance floor

I put them in my pockets as I grabbed my black vest and black jacket. As I put them on, I turned to the dance floor. Very few stayed for the slow dance. The ones I recognized were two couples: The Prom King and Queen Drew and May, and Ash and Dawn.

As the music dies, something in your eyes
Calls to mind the silver screen
And all its sad good-byes

I'm surprised Ash and Dawn weren't Prom King and Queen. They're both really loved by all of the students. Then again, they were acting a little strange with each other the last few days. My friends said that there were rumors about them, but I didn't listen. Rumors are rumors. They looked happy dancing there, along with May and Drew.

I'm never gonna dance again
Guilty feet have got no rhythm
Though it's easy to pretend
I know you're not a fool
Should've known better than to cheat a friend
And waste the chance that I've been given
So I'm never gonna dance again
The way I danced with you

"N!"

It was Hilbert who called me. He had a tux that had black buttons and cufflinks along with a black tie. I'm still not used to see him without his hat on, showing his brown hair. I suppose I could say the same about Ash, except his hair is more on the darker side.