Entry #535237, added on 09-14-07 @ 11:44 pm EDT
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| Chapter Twenty-Four | Entry #535237 |
Violet looked in the mirror once again before opening her door and walking down the narrow hallway toward the living room, where she knew the boys waited.
She saw Drake first, his dark hair and beautiful eyes. He looked nervous and shy in his classic black tuxedo. She couldn't help but smile, but when Christian came into view, her smile disappeared.
Christian looked wonderful in his deep red tuxedo that was so dark it looked black. He looked perfectly comfortable standing at the end of the hallway, and when she walked in, his head came up and a smile crossed his lips.
Christian reached out for her arm and quickly slipped a corsage on it. "Wow. I think that dress looks even better on you now than it did in the store, if that's possible."
She felt her face blush and turned to Drake. "Well?" she said to his gawking face. "Don't I get a hello?"
Before she had a chance to object, his arms went around her waist, pulling her tightly against him, and he kissed her long and slow.
When they came back up, Christian had turned away politely and Violet was short of breath.
"You look incredible," Drake whispered. "Are you really mine?"
"Well, normally, yes, but tonight, I'm really Christian's."
At the mention of his name, Christain turned back to them. "That's okay, buddy. I'll let you have a few dances with her," he told Drake with a friendly smile.
Drake's eyes glazed over as he beamed at Violet. "Thanks," he muttered.
Christian leaned to the left, trying to see down the hall. "Where's your date, Drake?"
Drake shrugged, still not taking his eyes off Violet.
She turned in his grip and prepared to call down the hall when Pacey came into view.
"I'm ready," he squeaked, tugging on his bowtie.
Maggie stood behind him, her hands resting on his shoulders and a very proud smile on her face.
Violet smiled at her little brother. His red hair stood out painfully against his black tux. He looked adorable, his freckles giving his face that angelic look. Violet squatted down in front of him and tried to straighten his bow. She kissed him on both cheeks. "You look great, Pace."
He grinned in appreciation.
"Okay, Mom," Violet said as she stood and linked arms with Christian. "We're out. We'll be home around midnight."
Maggie nodded and saw them to the door.
Violet was terribly glad that her mother hadn't insisted on taking pictures.
When they arrived at the hotel where the dance was being held, Violet was pleasantly surprised. She hadn't expected quite a...classy affair.
The room was dark enough that Violet could only see the outline of the people dancing. Each round table, big enough to fit four people, held a candle in the middle, giving off a warm, soft glow. Most tables stood vacant, their occupants on the dance floor, but purses, cameras, and high heels marked their spots.
Violet followed Christian to an empty table and took a seat with Pacey while the boys went to get water. (There was no way she would be risking punch while wearing that dress.)
"What do you think?" she asked Pacey.
Pacey nodded, his eyes fixed on the dance floor where couples were bumping and grinding. "It's pretty cool."
Violet had gone to the office to request special persmission to bring Pacey along, but he deserved it for how many times she'd left him behind during the past week.
They spent the first hour, in which the king and queen were announced and everyone got their energy out, sitting on the side, chatting carelessly.
Violet was laughing loudly when Andria approached the table. She wore a dress that barely merritted the title. It settled high on her thighs, low on her chest, and seemed to be made of blue lycra.
"Drake?" Her voice came out timid and squeaky. "Do you want to dance?"
Drake's smile faded and he pulled Violet closer to him. "No thanks, Andria. I'm not interested, but I'm sure my friend Pacey would love to dance."
Violet turned to Pacey, who's mouth hung open as he gawked at Andria. Violet leaned over until her mouth was close to his ear. "Stop drooling," she whispered.
Pacey's jaw snapped shut, and Andria turned her gaze to him anxiously. "So you want to dance?" she asked him as if talking to a baby.
He nodded, his dazed expression never leaving his face as he stood from the table, grabbed Andria's hand, and went to the dance floor.
Violet watched Pacey dance like a monkey, and didn't even realize when the music slowed.
"Christian, could I borrow your date for a minute?"
Christian nodded, and Drake pulled Violet to the edge of the dance floor.
She laced her arms around his neck and pressed close to him.
He sighed into her hair and placed a light kiss on her neck.
"I think I'm going to write about this," she said, pulling back to look into his eyes.
"Write what?"
"Our story."
He smiled. "You should write it after we get married."
Violet didn't even pretend to be surprised. He'd been saying things like that all week. "Right," she agreed, and then layed her head on his shoulder and swayed to the quiet beat of Kelly Clarkson's Be Still.
When Violet and Drake pulled up in front of his house, Violet didn't want to get out. She looked down at the folds of her dress that cascaded over the seat.
Christian had offered to take Pacey home after ten when he'd fallen asleep in her lap, so she and Drake were alone in his car.
She looked over at him and saw the reflection of the moon in his shining eyes.
"Is something wrong?" He had one hand his door handle and one locked in hers.
"I don't want this night to end," she sighed. "I feel so pretty in this dress."
Drake put a finger under her chin and turned her face to his. "You're beautiful all the time."
She smiled, and he kissed the tip of her nose.
"How was the prom?" her mother asked when she finally went inside. She had obviously been waiting for Violet, since she stood and began a slow descent to her room as they talked.
Violet grinned. "It was wonderful."
Her mother's eyes scanned over Violet's body. "You look like a princess."
Violet hugged herself around the waist. "I feel like one."
"Goodnight, Sweetie."
"Goodnight, Mom."
Violet went to her room and looked at herself in the mirror. She pulled the pins out of her hair that held it in a bun and watched her curles fall around her shoulders; She took off her mother's pearls and gently placed them on her dresser; She unzipped her dress and let it pool around her ankles before hanging it up in her closet; then she slipped on the biggest T-shirt she owned, a Valley High School Boys' Athletics shirt that Drake had given to her after his semester of PE during freshman year. It barely went past her hips.
She opened her window and climbed out onto the grass between her house and Drake's.
His window already stood open. He was expecting her.
She pulled herself into his room and saw that he was already a lump under the covers. She started at the foot of the bed and crawled to him on all fours.
He pulled up the covers, and she crawled underneath, where all his body heat had trapped itself.
She burrowed close to his body, subtly rubbing his chest since he'd decided not to wear a shirt.
He stirred and planted a kiss on her head. "I love you," he whispered.
She would have said it back if she could, but sleep had begun to pull her under, and she couldn't force her muscles to move.
Here, in Drake's arms, she didn't feel like a princess or a beauty queen. She felt like her. She felt like Violet. |
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