Love and Revenge in the Showbiz

We were heading to the third-grade prom. Jason, my best friend, was driving, and I was in the passenger seat. My best friend, Alison, was in the back seat, right in the middle. We have always been inseparable, like the three musketeers. That same year, we had decided to go together to the prom, Ali and Jason had rejected a lot of girls and boys; I rejected a few, but not as many as my best friend.

"I think you should put your belt on" I snapped at Alison as she fastened mine. Jason was already wearing it.

"I don't want my dress to wrinkle" She complained, observing her pretty red dress with one leg in the air, which highlighted her curves.

She wore her blonde hair in a bun, letting two strands fall on her forehead, she was heavily made-up making her light blue eyes stand out and if she stood up, she would surely take two heads off me with those heels.

I was wearing a simple black dress with the back in the air, my hair flowing, and ringlets and some pretty sandals.

"Turn up the music more!" Ali yelled so we could hear her well. We are young by Fun was blasting through the speakers of Jason's little car.

"Don't you think she's already very tall?" I raised the tone of voice above the song so they could hear me and spat out a lock of hair that had gotten into my mouth because of the excessive air that was coming through the car windows, which were all down.

"You know, they say that when you are bothered by loud music, you are getting old!" Ali replied.

This immediately brought a smile to my face. Jason laughed out loud and raised it even higher.