Framing Our Forever

Chapter 14 - Always Wear Your Invisible Crown

Nope, too yellow. Too, uh, gothic...why did I buy this?! Too sexy, too datey, too professional, too skampy, ugh! I had no idea what to wear for the homecoming game tonight.

"Clarissa! Miranda!" I yelled.

"Woah," they both said from my doorway.

My room was a disaster and trust me my OCD was kicking in right now, it was far from perfection right now. Dresses were everywhere. You couldn't see my floor, trust me that's hard to do considering my room not including the bathroom or closet is over 800 square feet, what can I say, I'm spoiled as hell.

"What happened in here?" Clarissa asked.

"Homecoming game," I answered bluntly.

"Ooh! I have just the outfit!" Miranda exclaimed and climbed her way through my room and into my closet, which was 350 square feet. What? I have a lot of clothes, mostly shoes and bags though.

Miranda came out with a ruffled white/crème/pink dress with Christina Louboutin "Karina" heels.

"You're a genius," I said with a huge smile plastered on my face.

"I know," she replied shrugging her shoulders.

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"Hola Heather," I said as she slid into my car.

"Hey," she replied with a smile.

"Fine then don't say hi to me," Alex joked.

"Hi Alex," Heather said with a sarcastic, but funny tone.

Heather and I have been friends since seventy grade. She's really into science, especially earth science. But, just so we're clear, she's not smarter than me.

I take more of an interest in speech and debate, sociology, calculus, physics, those sorts of things. I want to be lawyer when I grow up. Odds of that happening are very good right now.

"Okay, we're here, wish me luck," I said and looked into the above mirror.

"Good luck," they both said and got out of the car.

This was it, the third year of homecoming, third year of having to dress perfectly because it sets an example for who's going to be crowned, third year of cheering on Matt from the stands, first year doing it as his girlfriend.

I guess it still was a little weird saying I was his girlfriend, but it felt right. I don't have that much experience with guys, where he's had a hundred times more. I never really thought about this before but he's really experience, like really really experienced. He's had sex before, I haven't. What if he doesn't want to date me because I don't want to have sex? I mean trust me, I'd love to have sex with Matt, it's just I want to wait and make that moment extremely special.

They had just called our team out and they came rushing to the field, cheerleader's right behind them, I never understood cheerleaders. I mean come on, all you do is stand there and cheer when we're losing, and you don't even cheer that well.

I walked onto the sidelines and said hello to some of the players. "Hey."

"Hey, you look amazing," he said eyeing me.

"Thanks," I said rubbing my arms. It was pretty chilly, I should've brought a jacket.

"You cold?" I nodded.

"Here, wear my varsity jacket," Matt said walking over to his duffel.

"Thanks," I replied blushing.

"Wish me luck?" He questioned.

I pressed our lips together and I could see the flashing of cameras, I told you this princess thing is a big deal here at Ocean View.

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So the Seahawks won, of course, I mean come on, we are the best team in the state right now. I'd tell you the score, but I don't want to embarrass the other team on their horrible and complete failure.

It was already midnight so I decided I needed to get a good night's rest since tomorrow was homecoming and I didn't want dark circles under my eyes.

I fell asleep thinking about winning princess and the crown, the crown, I love crowns.