BASED ON A TRUE STORY BUT nOT REALLY ITS KIND OF LIKE 4 DIFFERENT THINGS PUT TOGETHER TO MAKE THE ULTIMATE FLUFF BALL OF LIFE SO FUCK YOU!

"I'm almost ready!" I shout downstairs to my mom. On these kinds of nights, she is especially uptight. I never dress formally for anything unless I have to. If it were up to me I would be going to my graduation in shorts and a dirty t-shirt I found from the hamper.

I take one last look in the mirror to make sure my tie is straight and my hair looks presentable, then I walk down the steps to be showered in complements and back handed insults from my mother. Things like "You look so handsome when you actually put effort into how you look!" and " I wish you looked like this all the time!" escape from her pie hole. But to be honest I do agree with some of the things shes saying, I mean I do look fabulous tonight.

We walk out of the house and into the car so we can drive half an hour to listen to people talk for about 3 hours and then stand in a crowded, hormone infested, sweaty room and try to have fun. Maybe I'll be able to drown myself in the tears of the small, lanky boys who don't have dates. Its not like I have a date either, but at least I could get one if I tried.

Soon, we arrive at our destination, a rather posh looking building with chandlers and aesthetically pleasing art everywhere. Everyone looked gorgeous today, even the people who look like they roll out of a feces treatment plant every morning look like they're ready to receive a Grammy.

Once my mother leaves the room to go and sit down at the service area a hoard of girls swarm around me to tell me how good I look in a tux. One girl told me I looked like a dad, but I guess I do. There have been rumors of me going to the dance with this one skinny white chick named kitty. Don't get me wrong, shes a lovely girl, shes just not my type.

The reception begins with this old dude playing the bag pipes and our class follows him into the service area. A part of me wants to take his bagpipes and shove them down his fucking throat because OH MY GOD NOBODY LIKES BAG PIPES SHUT THE FUCK UP! 

The bagpipe man finally finishes his goddamn song and all of the students get called up the the front to receive their diplomas. This is a perfect time for me to scope all of the hot chicks and hot dicks. I've said this before, everyone looks amazing but one boy in particular looks absolutely adorable. Yep the boy was Kent, my best friend Kenty Kent Kent Kent Kent Kent. Holy shit. Hes wearing his glasses and a tuxedo and I've never seen him look better in my whole time IvE KNOWN HIM!

Eventually the ceremony ends and the parents have a half hour before they need to get the fuck out so we can dance. My mom comes up to me and hugs me aggressively. She starts asking me questions about what it feels like to be a grad and who I'm bring to the dance. I answer everything vaguely, but its enough information for my mom to know.

A voice comes over the speaker of the building "May I have your attention please? parents, its time for you to leave so our grads can have their dance. You can pick them up at midnight." That's my que to start shoving my mom out the door so I can start to devise my ploy on how to get Kent to dance with me.

"Alright mom, Ill see you at midnight." I say as I slowly start to direct her towards the door. It takes a bit more time before she actually leaves but, slowly but surely shes gone and heading home. 

When the parents finally fucking leave my grade makes our way to the dance room where we have dinner and cake and then soon all shuffle onto the dance floor. 

I desperately search for Kent, but he doesn't seem to be anywhere. God, please I hope he hasn't gone home. Just then, the same swarm of girls surround me, including kitty who is looking rather hopeful. 

"You have to dance with Kitty." A tall girl with long obviously dyed red hair says.

"I-hum looking for-" I start but then get cut off.

"Come on Drew, it will be fun!" Kitty puts her arms around me. As of now, I'm feeling very anxious and uneasy. All I want is ti be able to win Kent's heart, and tonight might be my only chance. I cant waste my time dancing with somebody I don't even like. 

Trying not to be rude I gently push Kitty away from me, "You're a very nice girl Kitty, but I'm sorry."

"Why?" She asks sounding very heartbroken. She knew what was coming.

"Its not you, its me. Well its kind of you. Its also kind of me.."

"What are you trying to say?"

I smirk before looking at her then laugh nervously. "I don't play for your team, Kitty."

She furrows her eyebrows together. "Your gay? But your the only good looking guy in the school.." She pauses and takes her arms away from around my neck. "Well, there is Kent."

I take my arms around from her waist and stop dancing, "Oh hell no, he's mine."

She smiles at me. "Well that would be cute, if you and Kent got together. You know what, you can have him."

I smile back at her "Thanks Kit." 

That ended a lot better then I thought It would. Now I can set fourth on my voyage to find Kent. Luckily, my voyage was short lived as Kent was just sitting on the floor in the corner looking very depressed. Before approaching him I take a deep breath.

After collecting myself I walk over and sit down next to him. "Are you alright?" I ask with concern in my tone.

He sniffles and looks up at me. his eyes are red and watery. It looks like hes just been crying. Without saying a word I open my arms and he leans into me. "Whats wrong?" I say as I draw circles on his back in an attempt to soothe him.

"I-I don't know If I should say.." A small sob escapes his mouth and I can feel his tears wetting my suit, but I don't care. As long as I'm close to Kent I'm fine.

"Come on, you can tell me anything Kenty." I prompt him as I pull back to look him in the eyes, his face now puffy from crying and stained with tears.

He takes a deep breath and sighs. "I saw you, dancing with Kitty.."

My heart skips a beat when he says that. Gently I wipe away one of his tears and keep my hand on his face to stabilize him, as he looks like he could fall apart at any moment. "Why would that make you cry?" I ask soothingly. 

"Drew, please don't like run away or anything." My heart starts skipping. "I love you, like a lot and I want to dance with you and I know that you're like a complete womanizer and everything but id you cou-"

"Drew, don't worry." I stopped dancing with Kitty because I wanted to be with you. I just wanted to be near you, Kent. You're the only person I want to be near tonight." I can feel tears forming in my eyes and my face start to blush like mad. It feels as if a huge weight had been lifted from my shoulders.

After the whole rush of admitting our feelings to each other, you could feel the tension between us. I wasn't going to kiss him, not now. I just pulled hum into a hug, a reassuring hug that we both needed. 

We stayed there for what felt like hours, but we were both pulled out of our trance when a slow song. It was obvious what we were thinking, so with out speaking I stood up and helped Kent stand up as well while simultaneously taking his hand in mine.

I pulled him onto the dance floor and put my hands around his hips while he put his around my neck. From the corner of my eye I saw Kitty and all the other girls smiling at me and giving me thumbs up. When I turned my head I saw Kent starring at me, he quickly looked down and I saw him blushing. I use my index finger to reconnect our eye contact.

"Urn, Have you ever kissed anyone?" I ask, making what I want sound way too obvious.

"No, I haven't." He smiles and I can see his cheeks go one shade darker.

And with that I lean in to connect our lips. We bump our noses together clumsily which makes us both chuckle nervously. In the process I rub our noses together affectionately before finally connecting with him. The kiss was slow but not passionate or lustful, just something that we both needed.

When I we pulled away, I knew that Kent was the one that I needed to make me happy, and quite frankly Kent looked a lot happier then at the beginning of the night

THE FUCKING END

-Angela