Coffee on 3rd Street

Seth and Jenai

I'm sorry if you keep getting updates from this story! I keep finding things to edit:) But I really hope you enjoy this one. I will b going back to edit all of my parts. Hopefully, I have more coming!

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Her smile is wide when she takes another look in the mirror. Her right hand clutches her purse and her left hand holds the train of her ball gown. Maya stands with a blush, rose corsage attached to her wrist. All I could see was how happy her date made her. As her best friend, I've been waiting for this moment to arrive. And the day she got prom-posed to brought the biggest smile to her face.

I didn't have a date. And going with just my best friends to prom wasn't exactly an option anymore, since they all had dates. But if they were happy, so was I?

We all stood together in front of the bulky, black Nikon camera. It didn't make me feel better when they put me in the middle of all the couples, but I smiled anyways. My cheekbones were hurting and we weren't even almost done taking pictures.

"Say cheese!" Maya's uncle exclaimed before the camera's flash blinded us.

Do I have something in my teeth? Maybe I shouldn't have eaten those hot chips! Did I forget my purse?

Needless to say, cheese was the last thing on my mind during that photo.

Loneliness hit me while I sat in the limousine next to all of the happy couples. My friend Maya and Anthony. My other friend Alexis and Trayvon. And finally Cayla and Darrell. It was so nice watching them interact and laugh together, but it was so awkward being all alone.

We looked beautiful in our dresses. I chose not to wear a mermaid-fitted gown because it wouldn't hug my body like it perfectly hugged Cayla's. And a two piece wouldn't look nearly as great on me as it did on Alexis. So I picked out a vintage, white, tea-length dress with pockets. It stopped right above my ankles. My sparkly gold heels and teal, painted toes were on display. A dainty, gold-star necklace rested in the middle of my collar bone. My thick, curly hair was twisted into an updo. The curls on my forehead fell into my eyes that were shadowed with gold. A highlight on my cheek and a brownish-nude lip finished my look. 

My right hand rested in the pocket of my dress, and my left hand scrolled through numerous Snapchat stories.

When we finally arrived to the venue, we were in awe. The building was about three stories high. We knew that it was a popular venue in our town -- the place where all celebrities would stop and perform their new music. It was almost an honor to dance on the same floor as royalty.

But tonight we were kings and queens.

One by one, my friends' dates grabbed their hands and helped them out of the shiny limousine. Each couple waked down the red carpet to the photo booth.

I couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy in my stomach. I wish I could have that cute moment where my date's hands are wrapped around my waist and we're laughing like tomorrow doesn't exist.

I let out a deep breath and reminded myself, It's just one night. And I bet it's nothing like a Cinderella story with Hillary Duff.

With that in mind, I walked into the building, ready for whatever tonight was going to throw at me.

My eyes caught the lights that were hooked to the walls. Above us was a starry sky, protected by glass. The light from the sky joined with the strobe lights that lit up the dance floor. The floor was covered with sweaty teens grinding against each other in their Sunday best. The party was one like the Great Gatsby, with waiters in tuxes and girls in sparkly dresses. A DJ stood at the head of the room dropping new music and old classics. He even slipped his own beats in the mix which didn't disappoint. I joined my friends and danced to a few of my favorites and left the dance floor for the random slow songs.