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41. Little baffles in Fancy Limousines

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here, have a quick book recommendation:

so, i've spent so much time writing, that i haven't focused on doing the other thing i truly love, reading. and i think i've picked out a story that i will definitely succeed in divulging into — we're sempiternal, baby by ashisverymuchonfire. the story line immediately drew me into it's clasp and the chapters i've read so far i absolutely adore. i highly recommend this wonderful creation that is a kellic fan fiction. ♡ 

we hit 300k! i'm absolutely astonished with the amount of attention this book has gained, and i don't want to get cheesy here, but i appreciate all of you so much. 

thank you for your comments, i always enjoy reading your feedback on the utter weirdness that is this story. 

thank you for your votes, they bring happiness to my dark, corrupted soul. 

and, 

thank you for your on-going support, it means the whole universe. 

i've decided, prom will be split into two chapters.

the gif on the side is how vic is imagined to look on this night. (:  

and by the way, guys, i know vic and mike's mother is irish, but in this story, she isn't. -x-

—-❀✿❁

Pov: Kellin.

 

Prom. An End of Year celebration. A night of dancing and fruit punch. An excuse for girls to wear their prettiest dresses, and the most dazzling of eye shadows. And, in my case, the most terrifying thing known to man kind.

Tonight, was the night everything would change. Tonight, was the night of, probably a fair amount of bruises, and possibly a bleeding nose, depending on how badly the boys take my unexpected news.

As of now, my stomach is the resting place for nerves and butterflies, butterflies who haven't stopped head butting my gut for the past two hours. 

"Oh, my sweet child, you look so handsome!" My mom's facial features were complimented with a big smile, her Celeste sphere's scanning me up and down. My little sister was the source of sneering from the opening of my bedroom door, telling me I looked like a girl. 

"Who said you could be in my room?" I gave her a dose of my most threatening glare, sending her tongue to fling from her mouth.

"I did, Kellin! I do what I want!" Her tiny voice echoed through a squeaky, little girl's pitch. How, utterly, annoying.

"So, who's the lucky princess who has the tremendous pleasure of holding my son's hand tonight?" Mom's question was surely the cause of my shoulders slumping, and if not, it was the growing anxiety from within my soul.

I couldn't just lie, and tell my mother I was taking a pretty blonde girl by the name of Alana to prom. Because, if I did that, she would almost definitely want to meet this girl, and even though Vic is feminine, we couldn't pull off a blonde wig and a coat of foundation for too long.