I haven't posted in four days and it hurts me. Chapter 9 is really, super long and I'm still writing it, but I wanted to post Chapter 8. It's pretty cute I think. Not chapter 9. Chapter 9 is a mix of fluff and sad. But, anyway, chapter 8. It's fine.
Warning: Google Translate French
Much Love, Krissy
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Senior Year (May):
I adjust my hair for the third time, not entirely sure why I'm so nervous about tonight. Oh wait, I know exactly why. Skylar. I've been crushing on her for the past four months. She's so smart and beautiful. Kind too. Even to John. My friends have always been nice to John, but it's been for no other reason other than the fact that he's friends with me. Skylar is different. My mother knocks on my door and I turn. She smiles at me.
"John's here," she says. I smile and walk over to her, and she leads me downstairs. John is waiting with a full suit, his tie matching the green of my dress. He smiles at me and I smile back.
"Vous êtes belle (You look beautiful), Anastasia," he says, kissing my cheek. I giggle and hug him tightly. When I step back, he picks up a box from the nearby side table, and holds it out to me. I open it and gasp.
"You got me a corsage?" He nods. "Oh, John." I hug him again, smiling like an idiot. I didn't think I'd ever get the full prom experience. I couldn't buy myself my own corsage, that would be silly! But John came through, and it makes me so happy.
"Thank you, mon amour (my love)," I say. He chuckles, then offers to help me put it on. I grin like an idiot the entire time he ties it onto my wrist, and then hug him again.
"D'accord (Okay), let me take some pictures of you two before you leave," my mother says. John and I both laugh and nod, standing together in a few simple poses and letting her take our picture. She puts the camera down and walks over to us.
"Have fun, and be safe, mes chers (my dears)," she says, kissing us both on the cheek and hugging us. She walks us to the door, telling us to be home by midnight.
"And please, John, dear. Try to keep her out of trouble," she jokes. I pout and John laughs, nodding and looping his arm through mine. We wave to my mother as he escorts me to his car, and - because he's just such a gentleman - opens the door for me. I snort and grin at him, carefully getting in. Once we're both in and buckled, he turns on his car. Immediately, music is blasting from the speakers. Not just the lame South Carolinan country music either. Good music. The type of music that isn't going to be played at the dance, but who the fuck cares? I cheer and start singing along, earning me a loud laugh from John. This is going to be a fun night.
The gym is decorated pretty nicely, for a high school prom. I'm impressed. I look over as I hear loud squeals.
"Holy shit, Ana you look gorgous!" my friend Emma cries. I grin at her and let her hug my arm.
"You look extrêmement belle (extremely beautiful) too, mon ami," I giggle. She grins at me, though I'm sure she doesn't understand French. I'm tackled from behind as well, and only stay upright from Emma's grip on my arm and John reaching out and grabbing my other one.
"Tonight is going to be so fun!" Felicity yells, poking her head over my shoulder. I laugh and nod. I head off with them, holding onto John's wrist so that he knows he's welcome. He trails behind me until I abruptly stop, and he runs into me.
"What is it?" he asks, following my gaze. He looks back at me with a smirk when he sees where I'm looking.
"Ohhhh, looking at Skylar, are we?" he teases softly. I rip my gaze from the beautiful girl and glare up at him.
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