(Here is the next installment of prom. Thanks again, for all of your feedback, I really appreciate it.)

Riley's POV

Prom is amazing. Everyone looks amazing. We were all dancing and having a great time together. Maya looks so incredibly beautiful tonight. Lucas had it backwards. I'm the one who's lucky.

The DJ started playing a slower song. I recognized it. It was Taylor Swift's "Out of the Woods" but it was a cover version by some boy band who slowed it down and sang it with harmonies. I wrapped my arms around Maya's waist and she put her her hands on my shoulders. We danced slowly and I gazed into her eyes. The dim lighting made it hard to tell, but her eyes didn't seem as blue as they had been earlier. Her blue dress had really brought out the blue in her eyes before. But now they seemed a little more grey.

"Are you okay, Peaches?"

She nodded and gave me a half smile.

"Are you sure?"

"We tell each other everything, don't we?" She asked.

"Of course, love," I answered.

"So, is there anything you want to tell me?" She asked.

She's always so good at sensing when something is going on with me. But I just didn't see how telling her what Lucas said to me would benefit anyone. It would just hurt her friendship with Lucas. A friendship that they had just repaired after going through their breakup. Nothing good would come from me telling her.

"Yes. I wanted to tell you that you're the most beautiful girl in this room, and your eye makeup slays," I said.

She smiled. "It better slay! It took long enough."

"I've never seen you wear such dramatic eye makeup before," I said.

"Usually it's not my thing, but the dress inspired me to do it. And it was kind of fun. It was just like painting, but with eye shadow," she explained.

She never ceases to amaze me. The first time she picked up a pencil, she effortlessly drew the night sky. The first time she picks out menswear she makes Farkle look red carpet worthy. The first time she picks up eye shadow she makes herself look like she just walked out of a music video. Maya Hart is a creative genius, and she makes everything she touches more beautiful because of it.

I leaned in and kissed her. She kissed me back harder and let her lips linger on mine a little longer than usual. Then she looked into my eyes.

"I love you, Riley." she said.

"I love you too, Maya." I replied.

Maya's POV

Maybe I'm just being paranoid. If she's hiding something from me, I can't really tell. I know something is different in the way she interacts with Lucas now, but I don't know why and part of me doesn't want to know. I got lost in my thoughts for a moment and when I snapped back to reality I realized they were announcing who won Prom King and Queen. I wasn't paying attention, when they announced the King, but I saw Huckleberry wearing a crown. Lucas Friar is our Prom King, well that's not really a surprise. He is class President and Captain of the baseball team, and winner of the scholar athlete award. Who else would be Prom King, honestly? Then I heard them announce the Prom Queen, and was pleasantly surprised.

"Riley Matthews!"

Wow, who knew my little my princess would become a prom queen?

Her face lit up when she heard her name.

"Congratulations, my Queen!" I hugged her.

"Thanks, Peaches! I can't believe I won! Yaaayyyy!" she exclaimed

She went up to get her crown and stood next to Ranger Rick. I have to say, the crown suits her. But she's always been my Queen, and she always will be.

The DJ played a slow song and the spotlight landed on our newly crowned royalty. Everyone's eyes were on Riley and Lucas, expecting them to dance.

Oh no.

Lucas asked Riley to dance.

She seemed hesitant about it. But with everyone's eyes on her, of course she accepted.

Huh. I don't know how I feel about this.

"May I have this dance?" I turned my head to see Farkle I standing next to me.

"Sure, Farkle," I agreed, and we started to slow dance.

"But shouldn't you be dancing with Smackle?" I asked him.

"You know how she's not really into hugging?" He started.

"Well, she's not really into slow dancing either, for the same reason," he explained.

"Gotcha." I said.

Dancing with Farkle was like resting your head on your pillow at bed time. Familiar. Comfortable. Safe. We were all dancing just like how used to dance. Riley with Lucas, and Farkle with me. Just like we used to when things were easier. Before they got so complicated.

I watched Riley and Lucas. I noticed Haley was doing the same. They were smiling at each other with those goofy smiles they used to have together. I wish I knew what they were talking about.