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challenge: [190] liar
title: morning after
wordcount: 595. eek.
notes: i am probably not the first person to think about sora's promise for this, haha. and i don't condone anything that happens in this story.
"You. Look. Gorgeous!" Selphie squealed. "Like a princess!"
Selphie did over exaggerate everything, but this time, Kairi thought, with a touch of pride, she was dead-on. Kairi had spent the last two hours in Selphie's tiny, yellow-and-pink bathroom, and the result was that her normally flat hair was now laying pretty in two hundred tiny curls, her eyes were outlined perfectly with a subtle pencil, and her long layered lilac prom dress fit the way that a princess's-- no like a queen's must.
She never would have gone all out on this, but she had a strange feeling, almost a premonition, that something big was going down tonight. Like something she'd been promised.
When they left at seven thirty it was just them, Selphie's dad driving the car, and Selphie herself chattering. Kairi was daydreaming about him. He was going to meet her up tonight. And he would...fall in love? Yes, she thought, if he isn't already.
The floor was crowded and hot after dinner, and, as Kairi danced in a group of all girls, she saw a flask going around. When it came to her, she reflected that he wasn't here yet, and took a hit. It tasted like nail polish remover must. She pushed the little bottle to the next, willing hand.
It got later and she danced harder. With boys, gyrating, with girls, jumping all around and probably wrecking her nice high heels. Another flask and then a red cup and then a straight up bottle passed through her hands and she was still alone when she was revealed as Your New Prom Princess!. And she smiled graciously and took the night's first slow, innocent dance at eleven o'clock. Tidus, her Prince not her Prince, looked at her with an honest mix of envy and awe. "You drank," he said. "You're not him," she said, and Tidus said nothing, because everyone said drunk people made no sense.
She didn't go home with Selphie. She stumbled down to the beach. Oh, her feet hurt. And her curls were coming out. And it was past mid-- a rush of sea breeze cut across her face, and she felt a hand on her arm. "You came!" she said, happily, and turned to see nothing. But she didn't believe it. She was missing. She felt around for him because maybe he was hiding. She made it just to the surf before she opened her mouth and vomited into the sea and got scared of choking. Because that happened.
"You liar!" she shrieked, furiously. "Nothing happened! You're not back and I'm alone on my prom night - you and you! You jerk--" she ripped her plastic crown from her head and then her sash. "You hopeless--" They went into the water, the sash fluttering gracefully away. "You asshole," she whispered, sniffling. "You didn't take me with you, but...can't you come back? You said, Sora, you said."
--
When she woke up, her shoes had floated away and her feet were white and wrinkled. Her hair was tangled and sandy and she was sure her makeup had run great tracks over her face. Her head hurt and her dress was definitely wrecked. She didn't feel like a queen. She actually felt closer to the s-word right now. She had to get home, and take a painkiller, and forget about...
What? She had done this for someone. Who? It was their fault, they weren't here to comfort her, and she didn't even remember why they should be. She cried, saying "But you promised, you promised.." over and over, not sure at all what it was they had told her.
title: morning after
wordcount: 595. eek.
notes: i am probably not the first person to think about sora's promise for this, haha. and i don't condone anything that happens in this story.
"You. Look. Gorgeous!" Selphie squealed. "Like a princess!"
Selphie did over exaggerate everything, but this time, Kairi thought, with a touch of pride, she was dead-on. Kairi had spent the last two hours in Selphie's tiny, yellow-and-pink bathroom, and the result was that her normally flat hair was now laying pretty in two hundred tiny curls, her eyes were outlined perfectly with a subtle pencil, and her long layered lilac prom dress fit the way that a princess's-- no like a queen's must.
She never would have gone all out on this, but she had a strange feeling, almost a premonition, that something big was going down tonight. Like something she'd been promised.
When they left at seven thirty it was just them, Selphie's dad driving the car, and Selphie herself chattering. Kairi was daydreaming about him. He was going to meet her up tonight. And he would...fall in love? Yes, she thought, if he isn't already.
The floor was crowded and hot after dinner, and, as Kairi danced in a group of all girls, she saw a flask going around. When it came to her, she reflected that he wasn't here yet, and took a hit. It tasted like nail polish remover must. She pushed the little bottle to the next, willing hand.
It got later and she danced harder. With boys, gyrating, with girls, jumping all around and probably wrecking her nice high heels. Another flask and then a red cup and then a straight up bottle passed through her hands and she was still alone when she was revealed as Your New Prom Princess!. And she smiled graciously and took the night's first slow, innocent dance at eleven o'clock. Tidus, her Prince not her Prince, looked at her with an honest mix of envy and awe. "You drank," he said. "You're not him," she said, and Tidus said nothing, because everyone said drunk people made no sense.
She didn't go home with Selphie. She stumbled down to the beach. Oh, her feet hurt. And her curls were coming out. And it was past mid-- a rush of sea breeze cut across her face, and she felt a hand on her arm. "You came!" she said, happily, and turned to see nothing. But she didn't believe it. She was missing. She felt around for him because maybe he was hiding. She made it just to the surf before she opened her mouth and vomited into the sea and got scared of choking. Because that happened.
"You liar!" she shrieked, furiously. "Nothing happened! You're not back and I'm alone on my prom night - you and you! You jerk--" she ripped her plastic crown from her head and then her sash. "You hopeless--" They went into the water, the sash fluttering gracefully away. "You asshole," she whispered, sniffling. "You didn't take me with you, but...can't you come back? You said, Sora, you said."
--
When she woke up, her shoes had floated away and her feet were white and wrinkled. Her hair was tangled and sandy and she was sure her makeup had run great tracks over her face. Her head hurt and her dress was definitely wrecked. She didn't feel like a queen. She actually felt closer to the s-word right now. She had to get home, and take a painkiller, and forget about...
What? She had done this for someone. Who? It was their fault, they weren't here to comfort her, and she didn't even remember why they should be. She cried, saying "But you promised, you promised.." over and over, not sure at all what it was they had told her.