Because Who Could Love A Broken Girl? ✔️

Who Could Love Hidden Condoms

Skylar's P.O.V.

Yesterday had passed by quickly.

Really quickly.

At this point, I'm no longer sure whether that's a good thing or not.

I mean, sure, I'm definitely excited for Prom tonight, but I'm also scared off of my ass.

Even the preparation is freaking me out!

I think it's safe to say that I've sweat enough to put the Pacific Ocean to shame.

Anyway, it's currently nine o'clock in the morning, and Prom is less than ten hours away.

I'm only a tiny bit petrified.

Grayson's still asleep, snoring away as my alarm blares through the room. I'm honestly jealous of his ability to sleep through that thing.

Like, how?

I sit up with a groan and slap my hand down on the head of the machine, silencing it's cries.

For a long moment, I only sit there. My legs crossed under me as though I were preparing for a story time in kindergarten.

I stare blankly at the wall across the room, my eyes dazed over with exhaustion.

I should not be awake this early on a Saturday morning.

Sensing that I had somehow put a minor distance between us, Grayson mutters something into his pillow and shuffles closer, wrapping his arms around my waist.

"Why you no cuddle?" He whines.

I smile down at him, his face buried in my lap with the back of his head to me.

I run my hands gently through his hair and sigh.

"Do you know what tonight is?" I ask softly.

He perks up at the mention of the dance, lifting his head with a tired smile.

"It's Prom." He states happily.

"It is." I confirm. "That's why I'm awake at Nine a.m. I have to get ready."

He returns his head to my lap, this time with it tilting sideways to plant small kisses along my stomach.

"With my mom." He adds.

"With your mom."

He rolls over and onto his back to look up to me with a soft smile.

"I'm really happy that you two are so close. I've always been worried that my mom would hate my girlfriend. Though that concern flew right out of the window when I met you. Who could possibly hate you?"

I nearly laugh at this, but manage to keep my composure.

"Hm... Let me think... Oh yeah, Britney, Mia, my father, Jess-"

"Okay!" He cuts me off. "I meant. Who could have a valid reason to hate you?"

I smile sadly, my fingers still twisting around in his soft hair.

"I love you so much, Princess. Tonight will be perfect, I'll make sure of it."

I grin. "You better. It's my first, and last school dance. It has to be amazing."

"It will be." He guarantees.

"Good, I'm trusting you. Now, up! I've got to get ready to go. Your mom and me are going to get my nails done, then my hair done, then makeup. Plus time in between to get shoes."