It's a pity to look this good and not have anyone to impress. This thought flirted with my mind as I applied the final layer of bright "retro red" lipstick. I posed dangerously for the full-length mirror. It's a shame... a real shame. The shimmering, magenta, mermaid gown hugged my hips and traced it's silver lining along my waist. Sequins snagged the light in my room and threw it in all directions, like millions of fireflies racing across the walls. Maybe my roommates are right. Maybe I should just go to the dance, even though my date fell through, and I'll be the only person there alone. But I'm crazy, so I went!
The dance was jiving! I had so much fun dancing with all my roommates and their dates, until the slow song came on. Then I was suddenly an outcast. Thrust to the cold, dark corner, alone and dateless and beautiful. How awkward.
After about the fifth slow song, I desperately ran out of the room and spotted a couple guys standing by the stairs in hoodies. They definitely didn't look like they were at the dance with dates (and if they were... I sure hope their dates were wearing hoodies too!). I walked up to them and asked, "Hey, do you guys have dates?"
"No..." They chuckled, giving each other "this chick is insane" eyes. "We're with the tech crew."
"Oh good! I don't have a date either. Come dance with me! I feel so awkward!" I grabbed the cutest one and started dragging him into the institute gym. When we reached the center of the dance floor, I set his arms up so they were in the correct position, and led the poor bedazzled boy around the dance floor. My frilly skirt swooshed and fanned out as I spun and twirled with all the grace of a pink, overgrown jellyfish--a jellyfish with a starry-eyed kid in a hoodie caught in her tentacles.
We danced a couple dances that way, and soon the pink, dancing jellyfish had lulled her prey into a googly, drooling trance. He stuck around, even during the hokey-pokey, kind of like a stray dog you feel bad for and feed, then suddenly you've adopted a new member of the family.
Then, the clock struck midnight (my ex-boyfriend showed up)! Of course, he had a date. It was too much--I fled! Without saying goodbye to my poor, makeshift date, I gathered my skirt in my arms and raced in three-inch heels home. When I reached our back yard, I collapsed into the hammock and stared into the sky. My life is just so weird.
After a good, cold hour in the hammock, my roommates came home with their dates, and we all went out for ice cream. I didn't want any, but they told me I would really be a frilly, pink, no-good, uncool, dateless loser if I didn't. So of course I did! We all squished into a booth and started feasting when my phone started ringing! An unknown number from California!
"Uh... Hello?"
"Hi! It's Miles! Don't think I'm a stalker! I got your number from some tall guy at the dance who said he knew you."
I couldn't believe it! He had gone around to everyone at the dance, asking if anyone knew the mysterious beautiful jellyfish, and it was my old boyfriend (the reason I fled so hurriedly in the first place) who gave him my number! No way! This just keeps getting better. After an awkward, weird conversation with Prince Charming, I said good night, and had an awful laugh with my roommates.
My life is so weird!
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