5SOS Imagines

(R) Prince- Cally

I sigh, getting ready for yet another night at a ball I had no real intrest in. They're always so cookie cutter and perfect, something I'm far from; and I don't quite enjoy pretending to be something I'm not. The world I live in lacks substance, it runs on currency that could be used for something more important than cuff links that cost more than most people earn in their lifetime.

I'm just done, because regardless of the real gold that makes up my cage, I'm as trapped as everyone else.

I put on black and red lace corset dress that cuts above my knee. It is a satisfying change from the puffy pink gowns I wear. I slip on ankle my black ankle-high converse, an improvement from the loud heels I stumble in. I straighten my hair, letting it find it's own place to rest. No more curly tight buns that make my head pulsate like it's about to expload. I place in multiple dark studs in my ears, rather than the two cliche pearls I usually wear. The finishing touch to my ensemble being a black lace choker with a blood diamond in the center. My black smokey eyes make my eyes pop full of color in contrast to my nude shadow. My blood red lips form a smile, they never seemed to do that when they were a glossy pink.

I look in the mirror, and for once, I recognize myself. I have never felt better. I look at my detailed clock seeing that it is seven at night, a bit later than I usually leave to the yearly ball. I shrug, and skip down the steps. At least it's not raining, when I was walking last year it was my perfect excuse to change into casual clothes. This year is a bit different though, this year I'm me.

The large building comes into view, I smile because the dance is clearly in full swing. My perfect idea of making an entrance. I see rows of cars, and strongly enough a motorcycle. I've never seen a motorcycle here before. Maybe the country club got a new member.

I walk up to the entrance to have the man at the door give me an odd look, the man who is overpayed to annouce everyone's name as if we are royalty. Something I don't want to be, "And you are?"

"Ms. Y/l/n," I say showing him my ID from my small black bag. He looks somewhat perplexed, but opens the doors nonetheless. I thank him, as I wait at the top of the perfectly placed staircase that was bought purely for this purpose.

"Now arriving, Ms. Y/l/n."

The DJ, Mike, stops in the midst of spinning. Mike is actually my close friend, so seeing his face made me even more eager to show off who I am. "I've been waiting so long to do this," he speaks into the mic smiling. He gives me a thumbs up, as a bright light is shines on my form.

Shocking whispers and gasps fill the room, everyone clearly appauld by my looks. It's sad that this is real life. People actually find dark eyeliner and sneakers abnormal here. There seems to be tones of disgust, but I just smirk micheviously. I have never felt more confident. Mike plays Rebel Love Song, and I smile slowly walking down the steps. This is the best entrance I could have asked for. The people seem to be warming up to me and actually enjoying the song, it probably has nothing to do with my dad owning the club.

A spotlight is placed on someone else in the crowd, making me furrow my eyebrows. What? The figure makes their way closer to me, but I can only see bits of black though the cracks of the bustling crowd. When I get to the bottom, the man has made it to the staircase, and I can't help but get lost inside his dark eyes. It seems like he has a world behind his iris', one I suddenly want to explore.

He's clad in leather and skinny jeans, also wearing a sheepish smirk. He silently offers his hand to me, to which I curtly place my smaller one in his. He leads me to the dance floor with the light still illuminating us. Rebel Love Song wasn't over, but the song changed anyway. Damn, Michael knows this is my favorite 'love at first sight' song. He can be such a butt sometimes.