Prom had been pretty damn cool, much like last year. So, much like last year, Eve had returned at an ungodly hour and passed out in bed. (The roomie had done much the same.)
However, she'd kind of forgotten one little thing about prom.
At Fandom, prom meant small ones.
[For Gwynn, their assorted weetinies, oh, and Adam]
It was late, but Eve wasn't tired. She probably should have been, but after two and a half tubes of cookie sugar frosting for breakfast? She'd be lucky if she slept before Thursday.
And so she was sitting at her desk and playing on her computer.
Eve woke to the sound of an alarm clock going off right next to her head. "Go 'way!" she yelped, smacking the offending clock and sending it flying across the room. "Don't gotta get up
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