Pink Me (standard:romance, 1551 words)
Author: Abbie	Added: Aug 02 2003	Views/Reads: 3396/2344	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Corey,a blue haired, punk teen fantasizes about a pink party dress. Meanwhile, Andy fantasizes about asking her to the prom. Will both get their wishes? Read on and find out.

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Christine continued on and on. She shrieked and giggled, "Oh my gosh, I
would look soooo cute in that!  John would love me!!!'' 

I let out a heavy sigh, and scrutinized Christine carefully.  She was
tall, and had the type of body that everyone in school envied.  Her 
blonde hair glittered and shined on even the cloudiest days.  She would 
look perfect in that dress. 

"Yeah, you'll look really great in it," I muttered. 

"So, what are you gonna wear to the prom?"  Christine pried, still
eyeing the dress. 

"Uh, I don't know.  I might not even go," I said hastily. 

"Why?" she bleated. 

"Because, I'm too fat and ugly to fit in a prom dress." I thought to
myself. But, I just turned to Christine and gave a shrug. 

That night Andy and I sat on the porch hanging out.  He lay down next to
me, and beckoned to me.  He looked intently at the night time stars 
while he spoke quietly to me. 

After a moments silence, he asked randomly, "So you're really not gonna
go to the prom?" 

"NO, nothing to wear, plus, I don't have a partner to go with." I
replied. 

Andy sat bolt straight, and looked at me smiling, "I'll go with you if
you go" 

I laughed weakly, and shook my head, snapping it back, " Hey dude, just
go if you wanna go." 

"No, Corey, I'm asking if you want to go to the prom with me, like a
date." he said intently. 

I let out a goofy smile, and laughed again. This time, hysterically. 
Andy looked me in a confused sort of way.  I didn't know what to say. 

"Well, okay, FINE, I'll go. But you know what?  I'm just gonna wear tee
shirt and a black leather skirt." 

My best friend gave me a big grin and said, "Yeah,okay.  But I've been
thinking that you would look super in that pink dress." 

I closed my eyes, and inhaled the night wind that blew through my untied
hair.  "Yeah, I really want to.  But, I don't think it matches my 
personality. I'd be like the ugly duckling who's a wannabe swan. 
Anyway, Christine said she is gonna get it." 

It was Andy's turn to laugh out loud.  He kept on laughing hysterically
as I watched him give me the, 'okay, what's up with you?' look. 

"Whatever Corey. Personally, I think you look way better than
Christine." 

We both chuckled, and looked up at the stars.  There was a sweet silence
running through the air like a lullaby.  Andy and I fell asleep on the 
lawn. 

The night of the prom drew closer, and each day, my longing for the pink
dress grew and grew.  The night before the prom, I finally set foot in 
the prom dress store. 

I carefully took it off the hanger, and went back to the fitting room.
The room was decorated with a three way mirror so that I could see my 
back, front, and both sides of my body. 

When I had the dress zipped, I opened my eyes and looked at myself in
the mirror.  I sighed, disappointedly, realizing I didn't look too good 
in it, and that my fixed, angry expression didn't match the dress' 
soft, dreamy, pinkness. 

I took off the dress, and left the dressing room.  I just left it on the
counter, and was about to leave without buying anything.  I looked back 
again, and grabbed the dress, and quickly purchased it.  I needed 
something for the prom anyway.  Wearing a white, punk-bank shirt with a 
black leather skirt to a prom was just too unusual. 

The night came like a quick snap.  The dance floor shimmered in purple,
red lights shone overhead.  The gym walls were decorated in gold cloth, 
and glitter was strewn all around.  Coupled kept on dancing and 
dancing; rock, hip-hop, and techno music boomed continuously. 

"Hey, Corey, you look great," a girl in my biology class said to me with
a shallow smile.  I could tell she was just being polite. 

"Thanks," I replied gently. 

I grabbed some soft drinks, and talked to a bunch of friends, including
Andy.  He was standing close to me the whole time.  But, from the 
corner of my eye, I could see Christine. 

Christine looked like a beautiful queen in the same pink dress I had
struggled into.  Her clique of cheerleader friends surrounded her, they 
gushed and told her how terrific she looked. She was smiling broadly, 
and when she saw me, she came running over to me with that same smile 
plastered on her face. 

"Oh my gosh, Corey, you look....um great in that dress too.  Well, have
fun! She said the words enthusiastically, and walked away from 
me...shining. 

I turned sullenly to Andy, and said, "See, I told you I don't look good
in prom dresses." 

"What are you talking about?" he said, shocked. "You look like the most
beautiful girl in the room!" 

I glared at him, then gave him a goofy smile and smirked," yeah
right..." 

"No, I'm serious.  You're like the Goddess of Beauty, sent from the
heavens to be here with me tonight." Andy smiled and it was the biggest 
smile Ihad ever seen from him. 

"Thanks," I said out loud, feeling proud. 

After awhile a lot of people came up to me and commented to me on how
great I looked in the dress.  This time,I knew that they didn't say it 
just to be polite.  I knew they actually meant it. 

I might not be a gorgeous glamor girl like Christine, but I knew that I
was beautiful in that dress in a different, unique way.  In my own way. 


And I was proud to be beautiful like this. I'm not tall, or have the
body everybody wants and admires. But, I'm beautiful because I know I'm 
satisfied with myself in this pink dress. I'm beautiful 
because...because I'm different.


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