*Just a little info to make this thing make sense. Ella's 17, and Max almost 18. Max and Fang are not together but I'm sure they have their awkward moments just like they had from book 1 to book 4. I don't own anything. Enjoy. This chapter brought to you by XxBOOKWORM1207xX. In case you guys were wondering why the chapters are so short, it's because I write all my stories as one big long document and then chop it up into chapters. This was originally supposed to be a 1 shot but it took on a life of its own and would have been the longest 1 shot in existence LOL. *

I walked out of the fitting room to see Nudge and Ella. "O.M.G." Nudge gasped. Ella jumped up and down clapping her hands excitedly. "Ugh." I looked in the mirror again. It really wasn't THAT bad. I did feel a little…exposed in the front but I could deal with that I guess. The back was awesome though. It was just enough to cover my wings, but I had plenty of room in case I needed to make a quick getaway. I could maneuver my wings around the fabric and spread them out if I needed to. "This is perfect Max! And I have the perfect makeup to go with it! We need shoes next! Get your clothes back on, so we can look at those next. I can't wait to see Fa…" She was cut off by Ella clapping her mouth over her hand. If Nudge ever wanted to make it to her own prom, she wouldn't dare say a word about Fang. I was going to have to wear this stupid thing in front of him. I could hear all the taunts in my mind as I hung my head in embarrassment.

We went to shoes next. We looked around for a few minutes before Nudge came up to me with a box in her hands. "These are the shoes Max! I got them in your size. Try them." She ordered. Nudge was speaking to me like I spoke to The Flock most of the time. I sat in a chair and pulled the shoes out. "Are you trying to kill me?" I screamed as loud as I could without attracting a lot of attention. A few heads still turned though. "How am I supposed to run in these? Or kick? Scratch that, even walk?" I asked in disbelief. The heels had to be 3 inches high. Nudge gave me a death glare. I'd never seen the look before but I had to admit, it had intimating potential. I caved in and put the stupid things on. There would definitely not be any running. They were silver with two rows of rhinestones and an ankle strap. "Great!" Nudge exclaimed, before I even got to say anything. She had taken the dress and the shoes up to pay for them as Ella squeezed my shoulder in sympathy. "I blame you." I said with narrowed eyes.

I pulled in a breath and knocked on the door."Yo!" I heard him call from inside. I opened the door and stepped in, closing it behind me. "Hey." I said, coolly. He nodded with a mischievous smirk. "You're really going to do this, aren't you?" I asked. He was really going to go with me. I couldn't for the life of me understand why. "Hey, I'm doing it for Iggy. Taking one for the team. Besides, when else would I get to make fun of you for wearing a dress?" He smirked. I heard myself growl as he ruffled my hair and pushed me out of his room.