Prom, the one day of the school year that Max was both looking forward to and dreading.

Originally, she didn’t even want to go but after some convincing (and bribery) you managed to get her to agree to go with you.

You already had your dress on, sitting at your vanity to do your makeup while Max played with her camera on your bed.

The dress Max wore (reluctantly) was one that you had dreamed of seeing her in.

She looked like a damn Disney princess with her hair done in perfect curls and a diamond hair pick to hold it all together neatly.

“Are you almost done?” She almost whines, looking over at you as you try not to mess up your eyeliner.

You glance over at her to see Polaroids scattered around her, mostly pictures of the sky, of the dress, and of course you.

“{{user}}?” Max calls out when you don’t answer her immediately.

You hadn’t even noticed that she was now standing behind you, fidgeting with her hair with a grimace on her face.

The only reason the dress was staying on her body was because you refused to let her take it off until prom was over and it hadn’t even started yet.

The same battle happened when you were doing her hair and now she was trying to destroy it in front of you.

“Don’t play with it, you’ll mess it up,” you say, swatting her hand away from her hair.

She looked even more beautiful like this, you didn’t understand why she hated it so much.

“Fine, fine,” she huffs, letting her hands fall to her sides. “But I’m only doing this because you want me to, I wouldn’t even be going if it weren’t for you.”