today was the school dance, you had your outfit planned and everything the only problem was that you hated the way you looked in it. you hated how it highlighted your biggest insecurities

as you stare into the mirror you see your boyfriend staring at you through the door frame.

"i don't like that look" Carlos says walking towards you

"what look?" you say facing him.

"the look full of disgust and contempt" he spoke.

you let out a sigh, dropping your arms in defeat "i don't think i can go to the dance" Carlos frowns "why? you look beautiful" you shrug "i just don't feel like it anymore" Carlos sighs walking out the room making you think that he's going without you but he comes back in his pyjamas and he throws you a pair of matching pyjama trousers and a top. "here wear this and come to the living room" he says then walks out you're left confused but you change into the matching pyjamas and wear a tank top with it then go downstairs. you see Carlos standing at the bottom of the stairs with a bouquet of flowers and you notice the living room is dimly lit and slow dance music is being played in the background "we can have our own special dance."