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'I thought prom was suppose to be fun,' jasmine thought, 'perhaps I was wrong'.
Here she was crying in her prom dress. How ironic, it sounds like the middle of a rom-com where the main character is heartbroken but then finds herself and realises who she was meant to be with all along. She chuckled at the thought. Tears still streaming down her face.
'why did you ever think that he would ever be interested in you,' she said looking in the mirror.
She was then back on the cold tiled floor again. She rest her head on her lap and silently sobbed. The door opened slowly,' Jaz?', said a voice she recognizes all too well. Jasmine looked up slowly as Clare walked up to her. She looked worried.
'Are you okay?' she asked. Jasmine's gaze dropped to the floor, and she cried again. Clare sat beside her, both of them silent for awhile. The sounds of heavy breathing and loud sniffles filled the air.
After some time, Jasmine got put to fix her face. ‘Thank you,’ she said softly.
‘Are you alright?’
‘yes’
‘Great, let’s dance.’ Clare said, standing up, holding out her hand. Jasmine smiled taking it. Clare looked down at their joined hands, a light blush appearing on her face. Jasmine tugged her out the door, pulling her out of her trance.
‘put your head on my shoulder’ by Paul Anka was playing in the background. Jasmine twirled her around, pulled her and place a hand on her waist. Clare was still a little in shock but she softened when Jasmine place her other hand on her waist. Clare didn’t know what to do with her hands but as they swayed with the music, their skirts rustling softly, she wrapped her arms around Jasmine’s neck.
As they grew more comfortable with their position, Clare tilted her head back slightly. Jasmine pressed her closer to prevent her from falling back. She smiled and Jasmine found herself smiling too.
When the music stopped they pulled away from each other, both a little dazed. Jasmine move her hand that was on Clare’s waist to the small of her back. Prom queen was announced and to no ones surprise, it was Jenny Joyce. Jenny ended up getting ‘carrie’d as James said it.
The rest of that night was uneventful. Well except for……..the kiss……..