The Moon Will Fall (Moonlight 2)

Chapter 6-Last Dance

The dance came along quickly, after days of classes and nights of trying to solve this mystery with little reward. My mind hadn't exactly been on the dance. I might have even forgotten if Michael hadn't walked into my room in a traditional black tuxedo on late Saturday afternoon with a massive grin on his face.

"How do I look?" He grinned, acting every bit like a model as he moved to show me it. I could only look on in horror, but I tried to look enthusiastic.

"Wow you in a tux, never thought I'd see that." I commented, before I frowned. "Why the big fuss though, isn't this just a school dance?"

Michael rolled his eyes, "We've got to do it properly Luke. There's one for you too."

I stared at him mortified. "You mean, I have to wear one too?"

Michael nodded, as he pulled out a black suit bag from his room and passed it towards me. I let out a small groan. However, if this was the plan I didn't have a lot of choice.

With a sigh I took the bag, retreating into my room to get changed into it. I eyed my pile of clothes poking from my duffel bag. I wished I could just wear some normal clothes like I had to school dances in the past. Yet, Michael had insisted. So half-heartedly I unzipped the bag letting the full glory of the suit reveal itself. It was identical to Michael's. I bit my lip, as I stared at it for a moment. Was Michael sure about this? Wouldn't we look ridiculous dressed like this?

A few minutes and a lot of convincing later, I looked in the mirror all suited up. I took a deep breath, it was as if I was looking at the reflection of a stranger. I pulled at the suit trying to get it to sit right. I'll admit it was strange but it didn't look as bad as I had imagined. I combed my hair back and sighed. It seemed this was the best I was going to do. When I was satisfied I walked out of my room to find Michael waiting at the door. He grinned when he saw me, giving me thumbs up. He seemed to be enjoying this. Perhaps even a little too much.

"Looking good, Luke." Michael said, gesturing to my suit. I blushed a little, shuffling nervously with my feet, I didn't think I looked that good.

"This isn't too much is it?" I raised my eyebrow at him, tugging at the collar of the suit once more. I was glad this was only for one night, I'd be glad to get back to my usual clothes once the dance was over. Shame black skinny jeans and t-shirts weren't part of the dress code.

"Of course not, You boys look great." A female voice gushed. I turned to see Michael's mum coming up the hall from behind us. I noticed the phone in her hands and frowned as she smiled, "Can I take a picture?"

I glanced at Michael, and shot him a glare. Did we really need to do all of this? Did we need to have pictures of this?

He rolled his eyes, "You look fine Luke."

I glowered at him, that wasn't my point.

'Besides, just let my mum take them, it's worse if you fight her,' He thought to me.

We both grimaced. I was quickly reminded of my year six farewell where I'd demanded that my mother not be embarrassing and take billions of photos of me. Despite her assurances that she wouldn't she'd become snap happy the moment the camera had come into her hands. Capturing all my tween awkwardness on film. I sighed, I wondered if she still even had all those photos or that they'd been buried away. A small ache went in my chest, as much as I hated her for everything she and dad had done, I did miss them a lot. Except for all the moving, there had once been a simpler time where I had no idea about werewolves or my parents' role in hunting them.

"Luke?" Michael questioned, with a worried expression. His hand was left slightly open as if he'd been about to pull me into the photo. I could see his mum was standing a distance away from us, waiting with her phones camera. Even her expression was quite concerned, how long had I lost focus for?