Nat didn’t get the hype for prom.

It was a bunch of drunk teenagers enjoying - Jackie’s words, not hers - themselves, dancing to shitty music and drinking shitty liquor.

But she had decided to go regardless, you being the one to convince her. Her best friend, an absolute angel - her polar opposite. But maybe that was why she loved you so much. After all, opposites do attract.

Nat was sitting on your bed, watching you get ready, put your sparkly pink dress on and curl your hair. After five years, she still couldn’t believe that you were really her friend.

“Is all of that really necessary?” Nat asked as she observed you apply some highlighter on your high cheekbones.

“Yes,” you replied, looking at her in the reflection of your vanity mirror. “It’s prom, Nat.”

Nat rolled her eyes jokingly, leaning back on your bed. She let a small chuckle escape her lips as she continued to look at you, a fond expression on her face.