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Chapter 21
Becca stared at herself in the mirror.
Her dress was beautiful. She'd gone prom shopping with Bree, Aimee and Jordan and when the assistant had brought it out, Becca had fallen in love with it straight away. A soft pink, off the shoulder which tightened at the waist before falling down in a wave, the chiffon that it was made out of was light and flowy, allowing her to dance gracefully in it. Her hair was in a long fishtail over one side, showing off the droopy faux diamond earrings. Underneath her dress was an open toe pair of silver heels, matching her clutch bag. Soon, she would have the pretty pink corsage that Ryder had bought her. All of the Cheerios (minus the usual suspects) got ready at a salon together, getting a whole booking because Petra's aunt owned it.
She heard the doorbell ring and the sound of voices.
"BECCA, RYDER'S HERE."
Taking a deep breath, she took one last look in the mirror to assure that she looked good. Smiling at herself, she knew that she looked prom queen material. Hopefully, she'd be wearing that shiny tiara in a few hours to prove that. Grabbing her clutch, she exited her room and finally made her way down the stairs.
It felt like a movie scene. Mona clasped a hand to her mouth in shock, Andrew next to her with his phone in the air, taking snaps. Peter and Jessica were smiling as well, looking at each other with pure happiness in their eyes. Liv smiled up at her, encouraging her with a nod. Becca only looked at them for a second at most though, because Ryder was there. His face had lit up like a Christmas tree, his eyes radiating joy as he looked at his beloved girlfriend. Every step closer made him light up more, his heart swelling and other regions...wanting to be hidden. Ryder knew that his girlfriend was the most attractive girl in the school but she had really outdone herself, it was like looking at an angel. He couldn't keep it any longer, going over as she went to the bottom steps. Holding out his arms, Becca immediately went into them, hugging him tightly. He hugged back and when she pulled away, he looked down at her smiling face.
"You look...you are beautiful," he eventually told her.
"Oh gosh, you're making me blush, but thanks. Not so bad yourself, you scrub up real nice," she told him back, a hand on his cheek, "I love a guy in a tux."
"Good job you've got me then babe- perhaps I should put on the corsage?"
Becca nodded excitedly, Ryder getting the box from the side and opening it to reveal a beautiful corsage made up of soft pink roses, a satin bow and some light green leaves hidden underneath. The blonde beamed with delight as she held out her arm, letting Ryder slide it onto his wrist. She had no idea if he had female help or not but didn't care to ask, wanting to let him think that he had his victory. Whether he picked it himself or asked for assistance, it showed he cared. Admiring it against her skirt, Ryder smiled to himself knowing that he'd got it right, Becca not even having to verbally tell him. It was such a change from last year. Last prom, he'd gone with his friends and had a good night apart from seeing what happened to poor Tina, but he didn't get that magical feeling because he had no date to remember it with- it was just another night with pals. This year, he got to be with a fab girlfriend who he knew would make his night a million times better just by being there. He'd get to have photos taken with her, dance close to her on the floor and hopefully see her be crowned prom queen. There was also the after party at Cody's house which pretty much everyone was going to and though he wasn't a huge drinker, he was looking forward to having more than a few. It wouldn't be the traditional movie where he'd lose his virginity on prom night but he didn't want prom night to be memorable for that. He knew that even though he wasn't quite ready, he was almost there and he couldn't wait to get physical with the hottest girl he knew. Right now, he just wanted him and Becca, the blonde cuddled close to his side. Unfortunately, when he kissed her head, he heard the snapping of what seemed like a million cameras and phones.
"Oh Becca, you look like a princess," Mona cooed, tears in her eyes, "You're so beautiful, two minutes ago you were at Pre-K and now you're going to your junior prom with your boyfriend. Oh look at your hair and your dress; I love how it's pink. Such a beautiful girl, we're going to have to take so many pictures of her, aren't we Andrew?"
Andrew nodded, going over to hug Becca, "You look stunning sweetheart, the belle of the ball."
"Thank you daddy," she smiled.
"Sweetie, you look so pretty," Jessica agreed, Peter nodding next to her, "Oh you two are the cutest couple. What do the kids say these days? I ship you. The handsomest boy and the prettiest girl going together, oh aren't the pink roses just the cutest thing you've ever seen? Oh gosh, you're going to make me cry you two."
Ryder and Liv groaned, Becca laughing.
"You're not a princess, you're a queen," Liv told her, winking, "You look great."
"You too and you're not even going to prom, come give me a hug kiddo."
The two hugged, causing another round of photos. Ryder rolled his eyes, bringing Becca into his embrace as soon as Liv had let go of her. Smiling at his silly jealousy, Becca found herself ordered into a position by the Lynns and the Hamiltons as each teenager got snapped for their own singular photos before going together for their paired photos. Though their parents initially had them in the traditional poses, Ryder and Becca soon felt more at ease in natural positions- Becca laughing at Ryder's corny jokes, Ryder playing with Becca's hair. As they lost themselves in each other, they didn't even notice the constant pictures being taken, too involved in each other.
"They are cute aren't they?" Mona whispered to Jessica.
"I know," Jessica agreed as they gazed upon the love struck pair, "The way they look at each other, it's more than most teenagers their age. We're going to have to break them up for more photos though- guys, I want some of us as families and with your sister."
The two split apart, though reluctantly, to do photos with their families. When they did one with Liv, she teased them the whole time that she was stood between them, causing Ryder to tell her to shut up.
There was a knock on the door, Spencer and his family having arrived. Katie tore over to hug Becca, the older blonde immediately going to hug her back. Becca loved the little sister that she had never had and couldn't wait for Katie to be at her own prom in a few years. The girls giggled and gossiped together, compliments abound before Becca went over to Spencer.
"You scrub up well, don't you Porter?"
"As do you, dear Hamilton."
"We're gonna slaughter them all."
"Damn right," they did a double high five before Spencer went to say hi to the others and Becca spoke to the Porter parents. As soon as hellos and meetings occurred, the parents immediately had them back into photo positions. Spencer and Becca's joint ones were as silly as possible though their families insisted on some typical 'nice' ones for the camera. After they had finished with those ones, Alistair and his family arrived. Becca had never met his parents or his brother, having never been to his house, and he had not met her parents. Spencer immediately went over to say hello, greeting Alistair with a kiss. Becca was distracted by photos with the Porters but when she'd finished with them, she immediately flew over to Alistair.
"Hey Becca- woah."
He was surprised by the gigantic hug that he received from Becca.
"Hey Alistair, you look so great- I love the vintage look, you're totally gonna stand out. I can't believe this is our junior prom, isn't this exciting? I can't wait; this is going to be so fun!"
"You too, you look super pretty. Mom, dad, Jaime, this is Becca."
Theresa Reed had flaming red hair, whilst Mark Reed was a short, bespectacled man whom Alistair had no resemblance too. Jaime was short for his age, but Becca had figured that he hadn't reached his growth spurt yet, he was the same height as Katie. Becca shook their hands politely, exchanging conversation and talking excitedly about the prom. Ryder then came over, also introducing himself before they were all pulled back into their photo shoot. Every conceivable combination of person present had pictures taken together, the parents of the group getting to know each other before they stayed for drinks at the Hamilton household, who were happy to host them.
A car horn sounded outside. Peter had a friend who owned a car rental place who owed him a favour, meaning that he had come to drive the kids to prom in a very shiny Bentley. Going outside, the teens gasped at the beautiful black vehicle, the driver waiting outside on the pavement. To the surprise of no one, more photos were taken with the group against the car, but they took as minimal as possible in order to speed the process along.
"Good luck sweetheart," Mona played with her daughter's hair as everyone started their goodbyes, "I'm going to pray that you win, you deserve it. If you don't, then it's their loss and you always have next year my darling."
"Your mom's right," Andrew put a hand on her shoulder, "You look so beautiful. Make sure you're sensible at the after party and don't get a lift with anyone who's been drinking, call a cab."
"I promise I'll do a joint ride with people who live near- I know my curfew as well, no worries."
"Well there's no need to lecture you. I suppose we can extend it for an hour- but only this once," Andrew added, catching her look, "This is a special occasion, isn't it?"
"Thank you daddy," Becca pecked him on the cheek, and then her mother, "I better get doing; I'll see you guys later."
The blonde went over to the car, the driver holding the door open. Ryder moved back to let Becca in first, helping her with her dress so that it wouldn't get squished in beside her. Spencer and Alistair got in after them, sitting on the opposite side. Doors open, driver in and the car zoomed off, the occupants waving to their families as they left. Becca immediately cuddled into Ryder's arms, content as the group chatted happily about the upcoming prom. Though she was nervous about how the prom court results would go, she still felt fairly relaxed right now. Of course she wanted to win, but things like her SAT scores and college were more important in the grand scheme of things. Still, she really wanted to prove this to soothe her ego, proving that she truly was the queen of the school- thought the last three winners certainly didn't suit those criteria. With the radio playing loudly and everyone all singing along, she allowed herself to focus on how genuinely thrilled she was that she was at her junior prom. When Becca had been told that they were moving to Ohio, she'd never expected to be going to her prom with the most loving, amazing guy, nominated for queen and getting to spend the night with great friends. She and Spencer exchanged a happy glance, clearly pleased that they got to go with the boys they cared about most.
They rolled into the school parking lot, the driver going to let them out. After they thanked him, he nodded at them and drove away. Ryder immediately offered his arm to Becca, which she accepted.
"You look beautiful- beautiful inside and out," he told her, squeezing her hand; "There's no one I'd rather spend prom with."
"You're cute," Becca leaned up and kissed his cheek, "I can't wait either- prom, after party, I just want to be with you."
The two clung to each other as they moved through the halls on the way to the gym. Other students walked along with them, all dressed to the nines. Becca looked around to see if anyone else was dressed similarly, though the assistant had told her that they only sold one of every dress each year so she should be ok. Ryder was also looking around. The girls looked nice, but he only had eyes for the woman on his arm, the most beautiful and graceful of them all. When the group walked in to the hall, they were definitely impressed. The Prom Committee had decided on a 'Midnight in Paris' theme, with twinkling lights, an Arc De Triomphe Entrance and a giant cardboard Eiffel Tower at the side, amongst others. The photographer stood the side, a giant sign saying COUPLE PHOTOS FIRST propped up next to him as he positioned a couple into place.
"We might as well do ours whilst we're here," Becca suggested, Spencer saying the same to Alistair.
Lining up, they watched as the couples in front of them.
"What pose are we doing?" Ryder asked, "Just normal, nice one?"
"Yeah, I want some formal photos- we can do silly ones later."
In front of them, Alistair was leaning against Spencer with his leg up, his boyfriend using it as some kind of air guitar. The photographer was trying to stifle a laugh, with Becca shaking her head at her best friend's antics. Spencer and Alistair left, leaving the next two to go. Ryder and Becca went up, positioning themselves with linked opposite arms, the blonde facing the front to show her dress. They were looking at each other lovingly but were surprised when the photographer just took the photos without telling them.
"It looks more natural," he explained to their confused faces, "Nice photos. You can take more later if you want when I start doing group photos."
They thanked him, heading into the middle of the floor. Becca stopped when she saw someone.
"Someone call the fire brigade because BREE IS SMOKING!"
Bree screamed excitedly, flapping her hands and running over to hug Becca, the two colliding. The darker girl did look stunning in a more fiery way than Becca's safer bet. Her dress was red of course, the perfect colour for her. It was darker than her dress from last year, a gown that clung to her and went down in a straight line, one shoulder with a slit in the side. Bree's hair was long and flowy, her red hibiscus corsage matching her dress nicely. She had gone again with Steve Nelson, but had no interest in him winning prom queen- she just knew that she'd score at the after party.
Ryder stood back as the girls hugged excitedly; complimenting each other so excessively that he thought that their chins would fall off. When they'd finally split away from each other (girls were very touchy, he'd noticed that, Unique and Marley were), he was nice enough to compliment Bree who did the same in return. Becca and Ryder split apart to talk to their friendship groups, promising to return together when Sylvester did the announcements. Aimee had gone for a lilac dress, whilst Jordan looked pretty in turquoise. In Ryder's group, Unique wore a deep purple like they had for last year's regionals, Marley wore silver and Kitty a glittery blue with many sequins.
Principal Sylvester stood at the microphone and everyone gathered together to hear her.
"Welcome Juniors and Seniors, as well as some of our sophomores for some inexplicable reasons...you know what, I can't do this- IRMA, OVER HERE."
Emma came up on the stage, rolling her eyes at the principal's lack of interest in her pupils. Sylvester shoved the microphone in her hand and walked off. The counsellor waited until she was off before turning to the confused students.
"Hi everyone and welcome to the 2014 McKinley High PROM!"
A cheer rose from the assembled group.
"Our DJ will be playing all night, along with a bit of live music from McKinley's very own New Directions. Buffet will be open in half an hour but the punch and other drinks are available as of now. Prom King and Queen will be announced at half ten and the ballot box will be closed by ten so it's now or never. The votes will be counted twice by teachers so they will be done properly. Now, opening up the dance floor, we have Roderick Meeks, Jane Hayward and Mason and Madison McCarthy."
There was a polite round applause as the four went on the stage to start with some Britney Spears. Knowing that she had to get herself seen for the wavering voters, Becca was immediately in the middle of the floor, spinning around between Ryder, Spencer, Bree and the others. After getting her boogie on, Becca spun away from the floor in order to vote. Grabbing a ballot paper from the table, Emma watching over the proceedings, Becca took a deep breath before crossing a name next to Spencer and then to hers. She'd wondered if she should vote for someone else out of fairness, but figured that the others would vote for themselves so it was only fair. Dropping it in the ballot box, she did a little prayer before rotating on her heel to get some punch. As she reached the other side of the room, the New Directions came together to vote. Kitty went first, going for herself and Spencer, with Marley, Jake and Unique doing the same. Spencer and Alistair voted for Becca without a second thought, having not even considered Kitty for a second.
"So are you guys voting for Becca or Kitty?" Mason whispered, "I can't decide."
"I don't like Kitty that much but I'd rather a Glee clubber won," Madison whispered back, "I'm not really friends with Becca and I don't know her very well. I think I'm gonna have to go for Kitty but with clenched teeth."
"I'm gonna go for Becca," Roderick told them, "She's cool, I like her more than Kitty- at least Becca doesn't act like a bitch towards me."
"I'm torn as well," Jane agreed with her boyfriend, "But I think Kitty, purely out of loyalty to the Glee club- Becca's more likely to win anyway so it won't make a difference. It'd be nice for the Glee club to have a prom king and queen, plus Kitty is Cheerios so I suppose it'll make some of them happy."
"Well I think I'm gonna go for Becca, she's my friend and I think she's more Prom Queen material anyway. There's always next year for Kitty and besides, like Jane said, they're both Cheerios. Spencer will probably win for King, so we have one Glee clubber," Mason finally decided.
They shuffled forward. Ryder stood behind, wondering who the hell to vote for. Ever since the nomination announcements, he'd tried to rationale who to vote for, even going so far as to draw up a pros and cons list of each girl that he'd eventually torn up. He'd listened into Mason and the others, trying to draw up a conclusion from them. Kitty was one of his best friends, but Becca had lit up his life in a way that he didn't know possible. Walking up to the ballots, wondering why he was acting like it was a presidential election, he made a decision. Crossing the box next to Spencer, he then quickly crossed the box for his Prom Queen nominee. Glad he made a decision, he walked away.
Spencer also walked off, but over in the direction of his best friend.
"May I have this dance, my dear?" he held out a hand.
"Of course," Becca took the hand and they went into the middle of the floor. As soon as they did, Spencer started doing some moves that made him look like a very drunk zombie, his legs and arms flailing all over the place. Becca had to stop dancing for a second before she was nearly choking with laughter.
"What?" Spencer asked, "I'm not a Cheerio like you, I can't dance. Come join me."
He pulled her to the side
"Do the shopping cart."
Becca laughed outrageously as they did the most basic moves such as the shopping cart, the disco move and the running man. Spencer still looked like he had the piles or was doing a dad dance at a suburban BBQ, but Becca was having too much fun to care as she joined him. After their basic white dancing, they took turns spinning each other around and doing sped up waltzes.
"I'm going to go to the bathroom to touch up my makeup, can you please tell Ryder I'll catch up with him after?" Becca requested.
"Sure thing, I'll go now."
"Thanks."
Becca headed off to the bathroom, saying hello to people along the way. After wiping away some mascara goop and clearing off some smudge from her eyeliner, she returned to the gym. Ryder was waiting at the side, two cups of punch in his hands. Becca smiled, she'd been thinking about punch all through the bathroom.
"Thanks babe," she took a glass, immediately drinking from it, "I think Bobby and Phil are spiking this later."
"Yeah I heard that," Ryder put an arm around his girlfriend, kissing her head, "Everyone loved the dancing you and Spencer did. They were laughing along and saying how fun it was, I think it was better than the stuffy dancers- you looked like you were enjoying it. I have to say I did, I didn't know a girl could look so gorgeous doing the windmill."
The blonde smirked, "I try."
"Speaking of dancing," Ryder put down his glass and turned to Becca, "I think you and I are overdue for a dance."
"We are," Becca agreed, taking Ryder's hand. Twirling her into his embrace, the two wrapped one arm around the other's waist and used the other one to hold hands. Ryder pulled Becca closer but accidentally nearly had her face collide with his chest. He was about to apologise but saw that it had made Becca laugh. Putting a hand on his neck, she guided his face down so their lips could meet. They kissed passionately for a little while before going back to the dance, enjoying each other's company in their own little world. Ryder's terrible puns had Becca eye rolling playfully as it always did when he said to them.
"I'm going to go get ready for my song," Ryder told her when the song ended.
"I'll be in the front row for it. Break a leg," she leaned up for a peck on the lips.
"Thanks babe," he kissed her back before going off to prepare with the rest of the New Directions boys. Becca slipped her way to the front of the crowd, joined by Jane and many of Jake's female admirers in the school. She chatted with Jane until the boys rushed onto the stage, receiving many cheers.
Heading into formation, Jake started the group off with their rendition of It's Gonna Be Me by NSYNC. Everyone applauded their in sync boy band moves, jumping in sync to the song. Mason and Ryder went to the front of them, holding out their hand and serenading their respective girlfriends. Becca and Jane giggled, obviously touched. They then went back to their group, moving along to the lyrics as the girls continued to dance along. Once they'd finished, they received a huge round of applause and cheers from the group. Becca rushed up to Ryder, wrapping her arms around his neck and spinning her around.
"You were awesome," she squealed.
"Well I had my awesome girl to support me," Ryder replied, "You gonna come do some group shots with us?"
Becca nodded. She did more formal ones with Ryder, Spencer and Alistair as a group, as well as the ones with the Cheerios. Her ones with Bree were more 'sassy,' whilst she and Spencer went the whole hog by doing X Files poses, much to the utter bewilderment of the photographer and those around them. Becca reasoned that these would be personal ones; her parents would get the formal ones they wanted.
Beyoncé came on the speakers and Becca immediately went to join her girls, shaking her thing as they all moved together happily. After several dances with her girls, the punch hit her and she decided to go to the bathroom. Scooping up her dress to avoid some spilt drink, she mouthed to Ryder that she'd be back soon before exiting the room. Moving down the quiet hallway, she entered the bathroom and did her business. As she did, she heard a couple of people enter and go over to the sinks. Hearing their voices, she realised that she was listening to Marley and Unique. She was about to leave the cubicles when she heard her name. Freezing, she kept as quiet and still as possible in order to hear what they were saying.
"He's definitely happy with her," Marley was saying, "Hasn't kept his eyes off her all night, she does look very pretty though. I wish I knew her better, she seems nice enough but ya know, she's still buddy buddy with Bree and neither side has made an effort to be friends with the other."
"I think she'll win tonight," Unique replied.
"Yeah, probably," Marley agreed.
"So...no feelings? I mean, you don't still hold onto what you guys could have had? I know that you didn't go further with that date you guys had but it wasn't because you didn't like him. Yeah, he said he was going to stop pursuing you but that doesn't mean you have to stop pursuing him. "
Marley paused, Becca straining to listen, though she feared the answer.
"I'd be lying if I said I still didn't have something resembling feelings towards Ryder."
Becca's heart sunk.
"But it's nothing special," Marley continued, "I feel the same with Jake. I felt torn for a time so it's always going to linger, but I don't have a crush on him and I'm not in love with him or anything. What happened, it's all sophomore year. Besides, if I did like him, I wouldn't act on it. I played with him before, going to Jake the second that Ryder had to cancel for a dyslexia appointment of all things and I think going for it would just be wrong. Besides, I couldn't break up a relationship and I honestly don't think it would work. Becca means the world to him, we all know how much he loves being with her- it's at the point where he's only got eyes for her- he's like the human version of the heart eyes emoji when she's around. We were never meant to be, Unique, I went with Jake and he's got Becca. Before Jake cheated, I was super happy and now Ryder's happy with Becca. I told you about how I talked to her on Valentine's Day; I was honest when I said there was no need for her to worry. I know I don't feel anything for Ryder and I know he feels nothing for me because he has Becca with him now. Anyway, you done?"
She assumed Unique nodded.
"Great, let's go."
Waiting until they were safely out of the door, Becca left the cubicle and went to wash her hands. Feeling satisfaction, she knew that her relationship with Ryder was secure as usual. Going back into the gym, she found Spencer waiting for her.
"Did you fall down the toilet or something?"
"Very funny," Becca sniped, "I was ear wigging a conversation."
"Ooh?" Spencer asked, sounding intrigued.
"I'll tell you later, I think they want us to get ready for the stage," she nodded at the head of the prom committee, who was rushing over. They followed her, whispering good luck to one another before heading opposite to one another. Becca stood nearest to the stage, Lillian on her side, then Melissa and Kitty. Spencer stood in the same way, followed by Cody, Steve and Nathaniel. Sylvester stood at the helm, a small envelope in her hand. Becca squeezed her hands together, waiting nervously as the principal tapped the microphone.
"Attention, it's time to announce your King and Queen. Nominated for King- Modern Family, Richie Rich, Puckhead and Mr. Forgotten. Nominated for Queen- Teen Barbie, Possible Illegal, Lesbian Teen and Kitty With No Claws."
All rolled their eyes at the nicknames.
"I'm not even a lesbian," Melissa whispered, annoyed.
A drum roll was started and Sylvester opened the envelope, "And our winner is..."
Everyone on stage stood there with bated breath.
"...Due to irregularities with voting, including stuffed ballot boxes with a variety of names, I have decided that there will be NO Prom King and Queen this year. Candidates, pick a partner from the other side and go dance- let that be your victory."
There were several shocked faces, all of the candidates looking at one another in utter, utter confusion. The crowd themselves were also surprised, having expected that they at least pick the candidate who had got some votes.
"You can't do that!" Bree yelled from the audience.
"I can do whatever I like, Chocolate Cheerio. Get off the stage."
Becca doubled back, taking Spencer's arm, "That, I was not expecting."
"It's Sylvester," he shrugged, patting her hand, "I don't even know what's going on in that woman's brain. It's a shame, but not the end of the world- we always have next year."
The candidates paired off- Spencer with Becca, Cody with Lillian, Nathaniel with Melissa and Steve with Kitty- dancing to what should have been the dance of the King and Queen. Kitty looked the most pissed, thinking that she'd had the best chance- even over the more popular Becca. For Nathaniel, Lillian and Melissa, it was their last shot at prom but at least they'd been nominated and it wasn't like anyone had lost. Three of the pairs chatted away, whilst Steve and Kitty were looking everywhere but the other person. Once the song had ended, everyone clapped and the group split apart.
Bree was waiting at the side and she looked furious.
"How dare they?" she nearly screamed, "I put my heart and soul into this campaign, got everyone to pledge to vote for you and they go amok by ruining the ballot box as some stupid joke! This is like when they nominated that Kurt kid for Queen! I swear to God I'm going to go all Carrie on this joint in a minute."
Becca took her by the shoulders, "We don't even know who did it."
"Well I'm going to set them on fire."
"It's just prom Bree, chill out," Spencer shrugged.
"Prom? Just prom?" she shrieked, "This was our victory. Don't you dare tell me to chill out."
"Bree, it's fine," Becca tried to calm her down, "It's just one prom and there is every chance that we could win next year. Yeah, it sucks but all I want to do is enjoy the night with the most amazing people, ya know, dance the night away and get so drunk at the after party that I wake up with the world's worst hangover. These are the memories we are going to treasure for the rest of our lives- let's just go have fun."
Bree wasn't impressed but gave into Becca's pleas. The night continued on before the DJ called the final dance. Ryder and Becca joined together, his arms around her waist and hers around shoulders.
"I'm sorry that you didn't win," was the first thing he said to her, "Are you disappointed?"
"Strangely enough, no, I'm not," Becca tilted her head, "I mean, nobody technically won so it's not like I lost but I thought I'd be more upset than I was. Yeah, it would be nice but I'm already comforted by the future. This year has been great and I don't need a crown to tell me that- I've got some amazing things- like the boy I am currently dancing with."
"Well," Ryder brought her closer, "You don't need a crown to tell you that you're a queen. You're the queen of this room, you're beautiful."
Becca smiled, leaning her chin against his chest, "You're the best. I'm so damn lucky."
"I'm the luckiest of them all, actually," Ryder corrected as they moved slowly to the beat, "Definitely the luckiest."
Dancing close to Ryder, Becca knew that her day had been wonderful. So what she hadn't won Prom Queen. In the arms of her boyfriend, surrounded by her friends and classmates, she felt the happiest that she could be.
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