A/N: Here's the next chapter of a story I've got kind of lost with recently... it's very short. Hmm.
Saving The Last Dance For Her – Chapter 4
"I can't wait till prom!" Amber stated from her position in front of the mirror in the girls' room.
"I know, right?" Ashley agreed, whilst nodding fervently beside her best friend, and mentor, at the adjacent mirror, "I've got five dresses to choose from, but I might have to go out and buy another."
"Please girl," Amber put her hand up dramatically, "I've already got mine custom made by a designer who once dressed Tyra Banks herself."
"Shut up!" Ashley whispered, "That is too good."
"I know." Amber sighed whilst she resumed applying her mascara, "Sometimes it's so easy to be me. I can understand why all those other girls are jealous."
Ashley giggled, "Well of course they're going to be jealous. I mean, you are going with the captain of the football team as well. And he is fine."
"We do make a hot couple, it can't be denied." Amber said smugly.
"You are going to look fierce on the dance-floor." Ashley agreed.
"Yes well, I have had dance classes since the age of five; no other couple will be able to compete."
"True." Ashley smirked, "I can't wait to get out there with Nick. He's got such dreamy eyes…" She simpered, trailing off as if she were lost in thought. It was suddenly quiet between the girls and the only sound was the jumble about of make-up containers and the clearing of throats and giggles.
"So, we've already got our hotel room booked." Amber whispered in a conspiratorial tone.
A pause ensued, in which the only sound was more shuffling and the atmosphere was hard to read. Finally, Ashley dared to brave her thoughts, "Are you actually going to, you know, do it?"
Amber giggled lightly, "Of course, it's prom night, and it's what everybody does. We're staying in a hotel just around the corner. I can give you the details. All you need to tell your parents is that you're staying at mine, and vice versa, and we're sorted for the night."
Ashley sounded hesitant in her reply, "Oh, I don't know Amber. I don't think I'm ready."
"Not ready? What's there to be ready about? Do you want to go into college a virgin? Or do you want to be cool and actually fit in with people. I didn't think that the better people of this school would even be questioning this. It's all the guys on the football team have been talking about!"
"I'm sure not all the boys…" Ashley began, but was soon cut off.
"If you're not in, then you're seriously out of the loop. I even heard losers like Oliver Oken have got something planned."
"Yeah, but hasn't he been with Joanie for a few months now?" Ashley pointed out, yet the slight plea in her voice could not be disguised.
"Well, who cares about timing? It's prom night. It's tradition that the popular kids in school do it. And we are the most popular Ashley, we're at the top. You don't want to lose everything we've worked for, do you?"
"No, no, of course I don't. You're right Amber. I don't know what I was thinking. Just give me the details after school today and I'll talk to Nick."
"I'm sure he'll be more than happy to oblige." Amber chuckled and Ashley joined in nervously.
"Yeah, you're right."
The bathroom door closed and Amber and Ashley's footsteps began to echo in the corridor outside, becoming fainter. Lilly Truscott stepped out of the toilet cubicle and took her place in front of the mirror, where Amber had just been standing. Her reflection stared morosely back at her, her sky-blue eyes darkened with a sense of hopelessness. If Oliver, her best friend who had been with his girlfriend for five months was going to do it, and countless others would give in on prom night, then what would happen to Miley? Would she become one of them, with some boy who she hardly knew?
The unhappy blonde didn't even hear the bathroom door open again.
"Oh there you are Lilly. I've been looking everywhere for you." Miley Stewart called from the doorway.
Lilly turned and found herself looking into brilliant cerulean eyes.
There's no one else that matters…