"When I was a little girl I used to read fairy tales. In fairy tales you meet Prince Charming and he's everything you ever wanted. In fairy tales the bad guy is very easy to spot. The bad guy is always wearing a black cape so you always know who he is. Then you grow up and you realize that Prince Charming is not as easy to find as you thought. You realize the bad guy is not wearing a black cape and he's not easy to spot; he's really funny, and he makes you laugh, and he has perfect hair."

― Taylor Swift

"No." I said for the fifth time.

"Yes, you are." Bell said as she jumped on my bed. "You are going to this fücking dance even if I have to drag you."

"Then I guess you will drag me, because I am not about to sit and watch a ton of kids grind on their boyfriends and girlfriends while I'm sitting in the corner alone." I said shaking my head. "No."

"You wont be alone," She gave me the puppy dog eyes and stuck out her lip. "Please? This makes up for those seven years-"

"It always comes down to that, right?" I asked cutting her off.

She smirks and nods. "It does." Bell turned around and jumped off my bed. I watched her as she slid into her Nike slides and threw me a pair of sandals.

Why does she always end up getting what she wants? I really have no interest in going to this stupid dance anyway. I can think of better ways than to spend my Saturday night other than wearing a tight dress and painful shoes.

"Ryan Gabriella get your ašs down here!" Bell yelled from the bottom of the stairs. I groaned and climbed off my bed. Reaching down I picked up the shoes Bell threw at me and ran downstairs.

"..So I think that it would be a great idea." I heard Bell say as I entered the kitchen. My mother was feeding Ricky as she was nodding to what Bell was saying.

Oh god no. Did she tell her?

"Oh, look. Speaking of the devil." Bell smiled.

My mother looked up and dropped the spoon she was feeding Ricky and ran over to me. "Why didn't you tell me you had a date to the Winter Ball? Let along that you were going?" She embraced me in a tight hug. I looked over her shoulder and glared at Bell who looked like she was enjoying this.

"Um.. Because I don't want to go." I frowned at her.

"Well you are."

"And why's that?"

"Because, this is your first dance! Your going with that boy!"

I grabbed my mothers' shoulders and looked her in the eyes. "Okay, mama. Calm down."

She jerked my hands away and laughed. "Your going." She said. "And if you don't, I will drag you."

Bell threw her hands up and clapped. "Thank you."

I rolled my eyes at both of them and walked over to Ricky. "Hey buddy."

"Hey." He said munching on a handful of goldfish.

"I have a question. Do you think I should go to the dance?" I asked him. He smiled up at me and looked behind me. His eyes laid back on me and he nodded.

"Ha! Even Ricky agrees!" My mother said. "Your going."

I knew my mother probably told him to say that, but I didn't care. If going to this dance would shut them up and leave me alone, then maybe I should come. A few hours couldn't hurt anyone right?

**

"I'm not wearing this just so you know." I tried to pull down the dress that Bell had picked out for me. It was a skintight black dress that went up above my knees. It showed every single curve I had.

"You look beautiful,"

"This is something Cindy would wear."

"Well, then you'd better hurry up and take it off." She reached behind her and picked up a dress. I couldn't really tell, but from the looks of it. This might just be the one dress I would approve of.

**

Right now I was sitting on the bathroom counter with Bell doing my make-up. Which I quickly denied many times, but she said that I needed to look the part. Not knowing exactly what she meant by that, I went right ahead and agreed with her anyway.

"Are you done?" I asked again.

She put the eyeliner down and glared at me. "And again, I might just accidentally stick you with." She said. "And no, I'm almost done. I have to let your curls down and apply some lipstick."

I rolled my eyes and let her do so. I had already put on my dress and shoes, so had Bell. I couldn't understand why my mother couldn't have done this instead of Bell.

"No color, please." I mumbled as I saw her reach for lipstick. She nodded and grabbed a nude color.

After a moment of messing around with the lipstick and letting my hair down, Bell finally stepped back and smiled down at me. "A piece of art." She mumbled. I rolled my eyes and turned around so that I could see.

In my surprise, I didn't even recognize me. Not that Bell did a horrible job, actually she did amazing. I love it. It's not too much, and its not too little.

"I picked that color eye shadow because it makes your eyes pop out. He'll love it."

I didn't even bother to ask whom she was referring to. Bell is never up to any good.

"C'mon." She smiled. Reaching down she grabbed her heels and put them on quickly. Bell wore a peach sweetheart neckline dress that fitted. And I must say, she does look beautiful.