Have A Heart
Posted: Tue Sep 18, 2018 7:49 am
This was a bad idea, she was convinced. Horrible, even. Alice wasn't the kind of girl you took to the prom. Alice wasn't the kind of girl who wanted to go to the prom. She would have been perfectly content to spend the evening at her place, with Vic. Especially after the night they'd spent together not too too long ago. Just the memory alone brought a private smile to her lips and a flush to her cheeks. It was enough to make her fidget in her spot, sitting on the edge of her bed. O, dear reader, how she would have been happy to curl up on the couch with Victoria. How happy she would have been to curl up on the couch with Vic and maybe watch some stupid movie on tv. As long as it was just the two of them, she would have been perfectly happy, no matter where they were. But Vic wanted to go to prom. With all those people. There was no way Alice could say no to her, so to the prom they would go.
Of course, considering Alice had never been in a relationship before, it wasn't surprising to know she'd never been to a prom either. As such, she had no idea how they were supposed to go. She knew the basics, sure. Dancing, swaying in her case, staring in your date's eyes dreamily...Not her scene, to be sure. Especially if there were other people. When she went to Vic with her concerns, her girlfriend had just smiled, kissed her lightly and told her not to worry. Of course she was worrying just the same. Alice wasn't the type to let things play out. She wanted a plan, a strategy. She couldn't just wing it like Vic did all the time. But, no. Vic just told her not to worry.
So, Alice was sitting on the edge of her bed, wearing only her underwear while Vic sorted out whatever outfit she was going to be wearing. Vic was the last person Alice had to feel self-conscious around, but she still sat there with her arms folded across her non-existent breasts. It was laughable, that she'd have to cover herself up around her girlfriend. After all, she'd seen it all before. And then some. She thought to herself with a grimace. Yeah, Vic had been around the block once or a hundred times. Yeah, half the school knew what Vic looked like naked. Alice still didn't trust anyone, didn't love anyone, more then she loved and trusted her. If Vic though Alice could handle the prom, then she must be able to handle the prom.
"You owe me big time for this, Vic." Alice mumbled, looking down at the floor. She was nervous, nervous, and hating that fluttery feeling in the pit of her stomach. She wanted Vic to suddenly call it all off, but she knew that wasn't going to happen. She meant, Vic had already bought both their outfits already, she wouldn't call it off now, oh well, try again next year. Alice would just have to, well, bite the bullet. One of her hands fell away from her chest before running haggardly through her hair. What was the worst that could happen, anyway? Vic would pick and slinky dress and everyone would laugh at scarred up, anorexic bitch? Well, that would be bad. Alice shook her head, trying to clear those thoughts away. Vic knew what was best. She usually did.
Of course, considering Alice had never been in a relationship before, it wasn't surprising to know she'd never been to a prom either. As such, she had no idea how they were supposed to go. She knew the basics, sure. Dancing, swaying in her case, staring in your date's eyes dreamily...Not her scene, to be sure. Especially if there were other people. When she went to Vic with her concerns, her girlfriend had just smiled, kissed her lightly and told her not to worry. Of course she was worrying just the same. Alice wasn't the type to let things play out. She wanted a plan, a strategy. She couldn't just wing it like Vic did all the time. But, no. Vic just told her not to worry.
So, Alice was sitting on the edge of her bed, wearing only her underwear while Vic sorted out whatever outfit she was going to be wearing. Vic was the last person Alice had to feel self-conscious around, but she still sat there with her arms folded across her non-existent breasts. It was laughable, that she'd have to cover herself up around her girlfriend. After all, she'd seen it all before. And then some. She thought to herself with a grimace. Yeah, Vic had been around the block once or a hundred times. Yeah, half the school knew what Vic looked like naked. Alice still didn't trust anyone, didn't love anyone, more then she loved and trusted her. If Vic though Alice could handle the prom, then she must be able to handle the prom.
"You owe me big time for this, Vic." Alice mumbled, looking down at the floor. She was nervous, nervous, and hating that fluttery feeling in the pit of her stomach. She wanted Vic to suddenly call it all off, but she knew that wasn't going to happen. She meant, Vic had already bought both their outfits already, she wouldn't call it off now, oh well, try again next year. Alice would just have to, well, bite the bullet. One of her hands fell away from her chest before running haggardly through her hair. What was the worst that could happen, anyway? Vic would pick and slinky dress and everyone would laugh at scarred up, anorexic bitch? Well, that would be bad. Alice shook her head, trying to clear those thoughts away. Vic knew what was best. She usually did.