I've been planning this from the beginning. You're welcome. Byeee! *Clap**Clap*

Deep purple fabric tumbled through the air as Georgia spun around aimlessly whilst she was waiting for Diana finish doing my hair.

"Georiga?" I asked, grabbing her attention, "What the hell are you doing?"

She stopping spinning, starring at me in the mirror. "I am literally shitting myself." She began to wipe her sweaty hands on her dress, but Diana lunged on her so that she did not ruin the dress she spent a whole day choosing. "Tom is just, really hot. And I am his prom date. So yeah, I'm fuc-"

"Language!" Diana yelled, interrupting Georgia before she could swear.

"Common D, I swear all the time."

"Well, Tom wouldn't want a dirty mouth."

"The British idiot swears all the time, trust me, I think I'm good."

Diana shrugged her shoulders (probably contemplating her decision to become friends with us in the first place), turning back to me and completing the plait she was working on. Both Georgia and Diana were already dressed, and if Tom or Bash arrived they would be free to go, but I was still in shorts and a T-shirt.

However, within a matter of minutes, I wore the most beautiful dress I had ever worn before. Dad had bought it for my sixteenth birthday, but I hadn't worn it since then because I knew the minute I took the wrapping paper off - that this would be the most perfect prom dress ever. The bodice what tight, but the skirt and sleeves fanned out, creating an elegant look.

As Georgia zipped my dress up, the doorbell rang. I heard my dad open the door, and I could practically hear his sceptical look upon all three boys. He may have known Bash and Will for years, but that did not stop him from being overprotective. Tom was done for, for Dad had not met him and he was about to step in and take Georgia to prom.

We entered the living room, where all three boys were stood next to each other in a row. They wore similar black suits, with their polished dress shoes. But each had a tie to match our dresses, obviously bought from the same shop seeing as they were identical in shape and fabric. Will wore green, Bash; blue and Tom; purple.

I skipped over to Will, pressing a light kiss to his cheek. He slipped a corsage onto my wrist, a white flower twisted around my wrist. Bash gave Diana a hug, before slipping on a corsage on her wrist.

Georgia began to giggle excitedly as Tom slipped her's on, a smile spreading across his face. "Do you like it?" he asked.

"I love it," she replied giddily, hugging him. Her nerves have seemingly disappeared.

We all observed their interaction, watching intently at the pair. Will leant over to me, whispering in my ear. "His accent isn't like yours."

"Yeah, well I'm from the countryside, he's from London, it's like a Texas accent versus a New York accent."

He nodded, noting the accent difference between the two of us. I would roll my eyes at his ignorance but he's my boyfriend so I can't.

We soon left, walking under umbrellas with each other down the New York pavement. Will and I didn't say much, we didn't have to. This was the first prom we've attended together, he took Georgia the last two times as I was not available for many reasons.

I was nervous but excited. I had no idea what to expect, and that gave me nerves that I did not appreciate, however, I was buzzing with glee at the prospect of the unknown. I was confused myself, I was nervous but excited because I was nervous. I know, confusing.

We entered the school soon after, walking up the gravel pathway as we had for almost four years, but this time it was special. The school was lit up with fairy lights, humming with music. Other couples walked up the path, and I waved to Laura and Elisabeth as they walked inside hand in hand.

The prom was being held in the gymnasium, but you would only know that if you attended the school during the day. Fabric was strung across the wall, covering the wooden walls. There was a huge DJ booth pushed to the back wall, and tables covered in white tablecloths dotted around the other sides off the halls.

Of course, there were teachers here too. Some were very much into the music, dancing in the middle room not caring who was watching - other's not as energetic, disappointed that they picked the short straw.

Will grabbed my hand, pulling me into the middle of the dance floor when Dancing Queen began to play. We jumped around a bit, with the other four too, singing along. It wasn't our best singing, to say the least, but we didn't mind - everyone knew we were those people and didn't give us a second glance.

We peeled away slightly afterwards, enjoying some time in our own couples. Will and I made our way over to the drinks table where they had a myriad of options. I glanced over my shoulder slightly and saw Tom and Georgia making out in the corner. I laughed to myself as Will poured me a glass of punch, there were a few girls sending jealous glances towards Georgia.

"Here you go m'lady," Will said, bowing.

I curtseyed to him, taking the drink from his hand. "Why thank you, good sir."

We both laughed, draining our cups before once more entering the dance floor. As if on cue, a slow song began to play over the speakers, and almost immediately, Will pulled me in towards him, taking my waist as I rested my hands behind his neck.

"You know," Will began as we swayed from side to side, "I think I might be the luckiest boy alive."

I giggled, rest our noses together, "and why would that be?"

He cocked his head, pursing his lips. "I'm not sure, it might be that a certain girl called Grace is about to give me a kiss."

"Hmmm, I don't know who she is, but I'd be happy to fill in her shoes." I pressed my lips onto his, the song coming to a close behind us.

Something began to buzz in his pocket, vibrating against his chest. It was my phone. He handed it to me and my dad's face lit up on the screen. I answered the call, and his voice echoed down the phone.

"Dad, is everything okay?"

"Grace, it's Josh. I think we might have to say goodbye."

-.x.-

Josh lay frozen. So still. Too still. His face was pale like the lost hope of his soul, you could almost see straight through it. His eyes were glassy, fragile yet the most beautiful colours. They spiralled around his iris creating a picture of the eyes that held so many memories.

They would hold no more. His life was fading away from him as quick as the memories within had flickered away. He hung so tight to his memories, his face may have turned red with concentration if not for his fading life.

Our Joshie was leaving us, fading away. He wasn't coming back his time. He was being punished, a death sentence for the most innocent. He was a father figure, a friend. He held his hand out so that I could climb over the rubble of my life without tripping over as many times as I would without him. He swam through my consciousness, revealing the best parts of me, making them shine. The parts that I didn't know were there, buried under the cracked surface of my mind.

I knelt down beside his bed, taking his cold hands in my own. His eyes were still slightly open, his breathing heavy. Each breath counting down to the last. He gently took my face in his hand, feeling my wet cheeks.

"You've grown up so much Gracie," he said, his voice raspy.

"Please don't leave me." Another tear fell down my face, uncontrolled.

His face went blank, the memory of me erased from his mind. He shut his eyes one last time. He sucked in a breath.

His chest did not fall.