As Chloe and Max stepped into the gym, Max was surprised. She’d never been to a prom before. It was amazing, everyone was dressed so nicely!
None could, or would ever, hold a candle to the girl who held her hand, Chloe Price. She was dressed in a very well fitted tuxedo. Max felt kinda out of place in her mid calf length green dress, but, Chloe said it looked “damn hot” on her.
“I’m glad we were able to get here in time”, Chloe said. “Wouldn’t miss my first prom with you, Max Attack. Besides, we need some time to chill, after what happened with that bastard Jefferson.”
“Well, if I hadn’t had needed to help you with that English assignment, we would have gotten here in plenty of time. Sometimes I wonder if I’m the only thing keeping you in Blackwell”, Max snorted.
“Hey. I know I don’t say it enough, but, thank you so much for helping me. You’re my hero, for the homework help. And for saving my ass from death, so many times”
“My pleasure, Chloe. Can’t have my girlfriend being a dropout. And you don’t need to thank me for saving your life. I don’t think I could live without you. Literally”
Chloe brushed her lips across Max’s, and led her to the table that had the food and drink on it.
They both grabbed a bottle of water, which they just about chugged down. It was kind of hot in there, with all of their fellow students in there.
As she lead Max onto the dance floor, a slow song started.
This is the next century
Where the universal’s free
You can find it anywhere
Yes, the future's been sold
Every night we’re gone
And to karaoke songs
How we like to sing along
Though the words are wrong
“Here’s a old one for you, hipster Max”, Chloe smirked. Max stuck her tongue out “Don’t do that unless you’re gonna use it, Maxie” Max did her best fire hydrant impression, to Chloe’s amusement. “You know we heard this on one of your mix CD’s, last week. My hipsterness must be wearing off.”
It really really really could happen
Yes, it really really really could happen.
At the next lyrics, they both smiled knowingly, and whispered them together.
When the days, they seem to fall through you
Well, just let them go.
No one here is alone
Satellites in every home
Yes, the universal’s here
Here for everyone
Every paper that you read
Says tomorrow’s your lucky day
“Every fucking day is a lucky one with you, Bluebeard”
“Same, First Mate”
At the next lyric, their lips met, flooding their senses with their love for each other.
Well, here’s your lucky day
It really really really could happen
Yes, it really really really could happen
When the days, they seem to fall through you
Well, just let them go.
Everything, all of their senses, had diminished to the two of them. Captain and First Mate.
They would sail the seas forever.
They needed no one but each other.