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by Jungkook4925

by Jungkook4925

"If Trevor doesn't ask me to dance, I'm going to kill myself. I swear to God." Emilie jabs her finger in the air to emphasize how serious she is about the threat of suicide.

"I still have half a bottle of codeine from when I got my wisdom teeth out," I offer. "That and a bottle of Jack Daniels from your dad's liquor cabinet will at least put you in a comma."

Emilie gives me a look. I note that the bright blue streak in her blond hair contrasts in a not good way with her aquamarine lace bodice. "Why do I like you?" she ask.

There's no judgement in the question. She's genuinely baffled.

"I have TiVo in my bedroom," I remind her. "And I get to drive my dad's car on the weekend."

"Right." She nods, our friendship falling back into place. A person less obsessed with TiVo than I am might be offended, but Emilie and I understand each other.

At least, we did. Before the prom season started in earnest, and Emilie decided that since it's our senior year, we had to go. Apparently, eschewing traditional stuff like prom and basketball games is okay only to a point. Now that we're approachingngraduation, Emilie feels we need to embrace "the high school experience." She says she wants memories. I tried pointing out that a last-ditch attempt to manufacture those memories by participating in activities totally foreign to us might defeat the purpose. But she's remained firm in her stance, and as a best friend, I fell compelled to support her.