Because Who Could Love A Broken Girl? ✔️

Who Could Love Prom

PART ONE

Skylar's P.O.V.

As I walk into the large room, my eyes are immediately drawn to... nothing. Well, nothing and everything all at once, actually.

Everything around me is just a blur, only one big cluster of people and lights and music and energy.

No one person is more important than another, no light is brighter than the last. Each sequin and sparkle matches it's friends, giving off a strangely welcoming feeling.

Prom reminds me of a house party in this way. Nothing is being thrown at me, no one is screaming at me to get out, or even sending me hostile looks. No one cares that I'm here, and I don't care that they're here. We're all here for the dance, and to have fun.

And for some reason, that feels amazing.

Grayson tightens his hold around my waist, probably feeling my unreasonable rise in nerves.

"Hey, it's okay. Tonight is going to be fun, for all of us. We didn't take all of those pictures for nothing." He whispers jokingly into my ear.

I smile, giggling softly for only Gray and me to hear over the loud music.

It's true, though. Amy had taken forty-five minutes out of our already-tight schedule after Grayson's fainting incident for photos.

She was sure to get a good hundred pictures of each of us on her cell phone camera, her Polaroid camera, my phone camera, and Gray's.

Individual photos, then couples photos, then group photos, then friend photos, then girls photos, then boys photos, then brothers photos, then parent photos.

The woman likes pictures, let me tell you.

After the battery began to run low on her phone, she had thankfully awoken from her daydream and snapped some sense into herself. After that, we were quick to escape before she changed her mind.

Which, she did. She had called us on the way here, saying that we needed to come back and take more pictures on Sean's phone.

I love Amy, and I love Sean, but I also love my privacy. I truly fear that she'll be posting these photos on every social media app that has ever been invented, maybe make a billboard or something while she's at it.

So, as I had said before, I love her.

But, she's simply insane.

"Should we get something to drink?" I ask, nearly shouting over the music to allow Grayson to hear me.

I've never been to one of these dance things. What do you do first? Drink? Dance? Sit down and watch the others?

So many options.

"No!" Gray exclaims quickly. "The punch here is spiked every year and I'm not letting either of us get drunk tonight. We're going to have fun, and we'll still remember it tomorrow."

I smile as he intertwines our fingers, happily allowing him to lead me in the direction of the dance floor. Well, the middle of the gym, actually.

It's a big gym, though.

I glance around at the other people around us, admiring the girls' dresses and makeup, as well as some of the boys' manners.

"You look so beautiful." Grayson says again.

I laugh and begin gently moving to the beat of the music. "You've already said that."

"And I'll keep saying it until the day that I die." He vows seriously.