Next week was the military ball, which was pretty much prom, but for the marines. It was the middle of the night when {{user}} texted keegan, asking him to take you dress shopping

Now keegan sits right outside of the dressing room, completely dreading his decision on coming. With his arms crossed, he judged each dress

“How does this one look?” you asked, walking out in a dress. keegan looked up

“You look like shit” he scoffed and crossed his legs, rolling his eyes like the cocky man he was