White Dress (Rayce)

"You put me in a monkey suit." I say, staring- ahem, glaring- at Jayce. The sleeves to this tuxedo are too short, the pantlegs are too long, and I feel out of place standing in my rock and roll themed bedroom awaiting Ramona's arrival.

"It's not a monkey suit. It's a tux. And for your first fromal freshman dance, I think you look stunning." Jayce complimented. And she didn't look to terrible either. I mean, She was a wearing a taffeta knee-length black gown with lace angel sleeves.

Don't look at me like that. I get stuck watching marathons or Say Yes to The Dress with Ramona at her house.

"I have to go check on Ramona now," She grabs her bag off my bed and walks into another rom where Ramona is getting dressed.

I hear a scream from next door.

"Ramona Javier! You look... AWESOME!" Jayce squeals.

"I know right!" Ramona squeals in return.

"It looks like a wedding dress!" The banter goes on and on.

Finally Jayce says, "Ready to go see your man?"

"That's ghetto." Ramona replies, laughing.

"What's ghetto?" Jayce asks, confused.

They must be talking really loud for me to hear them two doors down.

"The whole, 'your man' thing. It's classier to say boyfriend."

"Whatever, like you know anything about class. Ready?"

They were standing right outside my door now.

The doorknob clicked at Ramona entered.

Suddenly, Lil Playy's song Birthday Dress came into my head.

Baby wears a white dress, like a goddess when she's going out...

 

Fact: Ramona looked beautiful with her hair all curled up in that floorlength ivory dress.

Fact: I didn't look anywhere near as good as her.

Fact: Ramona kissed me right there in front of Jayce.

Fact: Jayce vomited in the back of her mouth.

Fact: Jayce forgot to take out the pin holding my pants up before we got to the dance.

Fact: I was pantsed several times.