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Ashley, 23. INFJ. Prepping for Law School
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by Marie Lu

Does no one like Wes besides me?

i mean, thats fine, I’ll take him but…

Prom - a Wes ficlet

She sat in her stupid red dress and her stupid silver shoes. She got up early like every other girl in her dorm and went to have her fingers painted and toes attacked by manacurists. Her hair was probably magnetic what with all the bobby pins stuck in it.

And for what, really? Prom?

She didn’t even have a date.

So here she was, watching all of her friends’ bags as they danced away, laughing and enjoying themselves, having a ball.

Prom was stupid.


Wes hated being the third wheel. He’d never say it to David, but he did. And he liked Katherine, a lot, but watching them be all lovey-dovey and here was Wes stuck in a monkey suit and for no good reason other than Prom, he was feeling a little jealous.

Three tables over from where they sat, Wes saw a Dobry girl looking about as miserable as he was. Misery loved company, didn’t it?

As David and Katherine excused themselves to dance, Wes stood up and joined the girl in the red dress.

"You look like you hate Prom more than I do…" Wes smirked as he sat at her table. She smiled and shrugged.

"I didn’t hate it until I got here," she admitted. "I knew I shouldn’t have come…"

"Your date ditch you?" Wes asked. She shook her head. "He’s still here and not dancing with you?" she shook her head again.

"I came stag," she shrugged. "Pathetic, isn’t it?" This time, Wes shook his head.

"I don’t think so," Wes admitted. "I did the same." He stood up and held out his hand in front of her. She looked at him skeptically. "Well, you don’t have a date who’s going to punch me in the gut for dancing with his girl. I don’t have a date who’s going to try and rip your hair out. I think we have a pretty good shot of having at least one dance, don’t you think?" She laughed and took his hand.

"Sure, why not," she said and he led her to the floor.

"I’m Ace, by the way," she said as the next song began to play and they started to dance.

"Wes," he introduced. They stoped dancing so that they could shake hands, initiated by Wes, making Ace laugh again.

"Thanks for the dance Wes," Ace smiled as the song ended.

"Hey," he reached out for her and pulled her back to him on the dance floor. "Care for another?"

posted 3 years ago with 11 notes

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    D’awwww I like Wes too, he’s nice
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