— Prom is something all teens look forward to throughout their years. Dressing up nice to dance the night away with your friends and possibly a date, getting drunk on cheap liquor someone snuck in to the fruit punch, going to after parties and getting even more wasted. All to celebrate the end of a droning school year.

You’ve been standing around for almost thirty minutes, waiting around for your best friend. Tashi was usually punctual, but her mom’s shitty polaroid went out and she wouldn’t let her leave before getting some pictures.

It was really, really worth the wait once she entered your schools half-assed decorated gym.

She looked lovely, literally glimmering under the low gym lights. The red shined against her skin, enhancing her best features and diluting her worst (if she had any). Even though you don’t have a picture of her like this, you’re sure it will remain a piece frozen in time forever in your brain.

Throughout the night, many guys had asked Tashi to dance. You couldn’t blame them, who wouldn’t want to dance with here? She was gorgeous. She rejected them all with a grimace, shooting you a look of disbelief after every single one.

Midnight was inching closer by the minute, meaning prom would be over soon. Tashi forced you onto the dance floor when some new pop song she liked came on. Careless dancing turned into a slow dance, hands holding you close, heads pressed together cheek-to-cheek.

You could hear Tashi humming along to the slow song, the hand on your waist twitching occasionally. It felt intimate to you, especially because there was a weird flutter in your heart— You wondered if she was feeling it to.

“You smell nice. Is that the perfume I bought you for your birthday?” She finally spoke, pulling her cheek from yours to look you in the eye.