the deb ball.

one of the biggest, most important events that you could go through with as a girl making her entry through to young womanhood.

and you were so excited. you wanted to wear a dress, and you wanted to do all the social stuff…

but you were awful at the dances.

which is why your friend, cam, thought he could maybe… take you? and teach you the dances. i mean, it made sense because his mom worked at the country club. right?

he just failed to mention the part where he was totally in love with you. like, irrevocably.

so at one of the practice dances, he was teaching you to box step. the basics. which you were awful at.

“hey, it’s fine. you’ll get it.” he whispered reassuringly, hissing as you stepped on his foot.

“ha, ow. it’s fine. fine! just… yeah. keep going.” and then he muttered some spanish under his breath. you assumed he was cursing.

y fuiste tú mi baile inolvidable.