Working Title - The Waterpark Mom - Beast Isn't Coming

The night of my big date with Beast, I am amazing.  My dress goes all the way to the floor.  The top shimmers so much when I gaze too long in the mirror, my head aches.

Cupid whispers fantastic words in my ear.  Some of them I recognize like gorgeous and fabulous and brava beautiful girlfriend, but others are foreign.  I can't repeat them if I try.  His breath feels like a warm wind and makes tingles run up and down my spine.

And of course Beast was only kidding about not going and what he said before about the other girl. 

She’s gorgeous, could be a model. 

I was speechless and didn’t say anything, but later that night I dreamed I had a secret meeting with all the girls in the whole school and they all told me he is a liar.  Big. Fat. Liar… except he isn’t big or fat, and lately he is looking skinny enough to be an underwear model. 

But I keep wondering why he said it at all.

My crew arrives.  A few of these girls I’ve known since we were in Kindergarten.  They pile into my room and I hold my breath waiting for one of them to ask me what happened.  But no one says anything about him.  Endless noise and a flurry of activity.  Powder, foundation, and cover-up.  We’re all ready, these friends, the “every-ones.”

What time will the limo be here?

There’s a zit on your forehead…

a run in my stockings, anyone clear nail polish?

“He’s not coming.”  The room gets quiet.  I keep talking and hear sounds like a car backfiring.

“What was that?”  He isn’t answering.  I tell him, “Marianne wants to take a picture of us before we leave.”  And I tell my friends our connection is messed up and he’ll call back.  But he doesn’t call back.  Neither do I.

The dates have arrived and everyone is out in the living room.  My boyfriend is here too along with his new girlfriend.  But I don’t wait long enough to talk to them.  I imagine them here and what prom will be like now.  And I stumble towards Marianne’s bathroom and spray her perfume all over, I take a bath in the stuff.

I don’t remember what happens to the bottle.

A cloud of her scent follows me, and for a moment I think my overdose covers up the smell of her drinking.  But everyone knows.  And they know Beast isn’t coming.  And I wander aimlessly searching for where everybody went.

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