SZA is fricking pretty. Bye
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"This cap and gown making me look pregnant" I hold on to my stomach, walking to the car with Erik. We had just graduated, and were now getting ready for prom.
"Or just more than usual?" I scoff as he laughs loudly. He opens the passenger's seat for me, confirming my earlier assumptions: Latifah and Erik were over.
"So prom?" He asks.
"I ain't actually going with Dante. Latifah was just getting on my nerves." I say, and he laughs loudly.
"I still think it's a waste of time."
"Wait til you see my dress, and we will see how much of a 'waste of time' prom is." I scoff.
"So is Dante picking you up?" He says, pulling out of the parking lot.
"Ohhhh, about that..." I nervously play with the scar on my lip.
"You lied, didn't you?" He says with a smirk.
"How dare you accuse me of lying?!" I ask, and he laughs.
"When you lie, you play with that mar- thing on your lip." He points out, searching the radio for something.
"Oh well, I'll go alone, probably eat until my dress doesn't fit me, and all round have a good ass time." I jump out of the car, running to put on my dress.
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"These earrings are itchy, Ma." I whine, pulling on them further. She clicks her tongue as she braids my dreads.
"Wanna win prom queen or not?" She says, tying the remaining dreads into a bun.
"I wasn't even nominated."
"You're my child, trust me. Something good's gonna happen at that prom of yours." I playfully smile before jumping out of the chair to run to Erik's room.
I find him lying on his bed, with his back facing mine. I decide to sit on his beanbag couch, with my legs crossed.
"Guess it." He starts sniffing the air like a dog.
"Chanel No. 5," sniff, "with a dash of some rosy shit." Sniff, "hair food. Lots of it." sniff, "and..." He says, stretching out the D.
"And?"
"And you look absolutely beautiful, T." He turns to face me, with a genuine smile on his face.
"You going soft on me?" I chuckle, trying to hide my blush.
"I don't even RUN." He exclaims, walking into his bathroom, holding a tie.
"Should the shoes match with the tie?"
"Uhhhh... YES." I chuckle, remembering that I still hadn't actually put on the dress.
"White dress shirt, dress pants, dress shoes... I look like one of those High School Musical kids." He says, still in the bathroom. I laugh loudly from where I am, grabbing the black dress from my mom's room. It was long, velvet, and had a thigh high slit on one side, and it matched perfectly with my thin-wedged, peep toe heels. I then put on some gloss, and put on the dress.
"Are you done?" Erik asks, sounding like he's in the living room. I walk into the living room to find that Erik is wearing everything, with the tie undone, and his daddy's chain on. Wow.
"Holy shit. Is that you?" I hold my hands to my mouth, gasping as I move forward, tying Erik's tie for him. He grins at me, hitting me with his fresh minty breath.
