cutie with a booty

“I don’t know, do queens have a track record of betraying their kingdom with clothing decisions? Who knows. Can’t be proven until it’s proven.” Smirking, he lifted his hand to roll it through his gelled down locks, but recollecting the product and its intensity halted him. “I feel like we should know way more about each other than we already do. That was my way of showing you who I am. Get me?”

“Of course we don’t. We have a track record of beheading subjects who aren’t loyal though, so watch yourself.” Giselle reached up to adjust the crown that sat atop her head, then fixed her curls. “No, I don’t get you. That’s like me telling you about all the girls I’ve eaten out; too much information.”

“Only you could tell me that and I’d listen, Elle. Well, I guess I wouldn’t, but it’s the thought that counts.” He smirked a little, shaking his head. “This little junior girl let me have it when I tried it on at her house. Her dad is mad with her, but her daddy is definitely a happy dude.”

“You should always listen to me. Would I ever lead you astray? I only give you advice that’ll help you.” Giselle reached up to brush a hand against his shoulder, ridding it of imaginary dust and lint. “Okay, that’s nasty. I didn’t need to know you had a daddy kink.”

“I know. At first I was routing for Ezra to win, but he’s a bit fucked out of his mind right now, so I don’t think he’s going to fool admin that he’s sober. Then again, how funny would it be to see him get kicked out of prom,” Fallon laughed in amusement. “Hey, you’re on prom court, right?”

“You’d be surprised how sober he can act under pressure. But I have to admit, it would be a bit funny to see him get kicked out of prom. Sad, but funny.” She nodded at her question, a smile on her face. “Yeah, I am!”

“Beauty is pain, I know, blah blah blah. Doesn’t mean I can’t complain. I need prom to be over so I can take these things off. Fuck, I know they’re going to leave a sticky residue. But hey, your shoes are great.”

“But prom isn’t over for a couple of hours! And they haven’t even announced king and queen. You’ve got to stay for that. Thanks.” 

“Do you know how annoying sticky boobs are? It feels like something is suctioned cupped to my nipples. Like there’s a fish sucking on them. I should have just picked a dress I could wear a real bra with, this shit isn’t worth it.”

“Beauty doesn’t always equal comfort. Trust me, I know. These shoes weren’t my greatest idea.”

“Damn, I really wanted to wear a hat with this. Yo, guess where I got this from?” he smirked, holding up his arm to display the gold watch on his wrist. 

“I’m really glad you didn’t wear a hat. That honestly would have ruined the whole look you’ve put together for yourself.” She glanced at his watch, taking his wrist into her hand. “I don’t know.. Walmart? Target?”