Prom Night (Open To All)

[Marcus2]

OOC: Mostly everyone has been to a prom dance andmost of the people, has ended it with sex so. Really, this is up to anyone on how you want this to go. Seperate lives, seperate dates, everything.

~Ryan was bored and lonely. It was about a week before prom and he still didn't have a date. He needed to find one, fast. There were a few he wanted to ask out but either he was to scared to ask one of them out or they were already going with someone.

Ryan was your average, good looking, great personality type guy. He was always there for someone and somehow knew what was going on in someones life. He was somebody who you could trust and depend on. He could make you laugh when it is neccessary and be thoughtfull when needed.

He looked around the room, seeing a couple girls looking at him then away quickly. he shrugged and looked up at the clock. 40 minutes till school was over. He sighed and looked at the teacher. Suddenly, the teacher broke from his speech and started pairing up people for an experiment~

"Mike, you'll paired off with Jake", the teacher went on and told everyone there person. "Ryan, you'll be paired off with...", he klooked down his charts. "Nicole".

OOC: Basically, for now, I'm looking for guys and girls. If someone could be Nicole, that'd be awesome. Prom is in a week so, find a date!

 

[xx_lilith_xx]

Nicole

"Ryan you'll be paired off with...Nicole." the teacher said.

Nicole jumped awake as she heard her name. "Nicole? Is that alright?"

Nicole blushed and nodded. She pushed her straight black hair out of her face and waited for Mr. Mitchell to finish reading pairing off the class. Thinking about prom made her kind of nervous- it was a week away and nobody had asked her yet. Maybe she wasn't as great of a catch as she thought she was. Or maybe they were just too nervous. Her bright blue eyes wandered over to where Ryan was sitting. He was cute- she wondered if he had asked anybody yet.

"Okay, everybody," Mr. Mitchell suddenly yelled, making Nicole jump again. "Get in your groups and start working."

Nicole picked up her Literature book and made her way over to Ryan, straightening her long white skirt and black tee shirt. Sitting down in the empty seat next to him, she shot him a grin. "Hey partner!"

OOC: Hope that's okay...

 

[Marcus2]

OOC: Its great

IC:

Smooth slick

~he laughed lightly and smiled as he shook his head. He had talked to Nicole once or twice but that was about it. She was in two of hi classes which was cool~

Class, you'll be talking about the book and the friday after the upcoming prom, will be your reports. The partners that I have assigned you with will be the ones that are going to be giving the report with you. You have the whole class period.

~he looked at Nicole and smiled. She was hot and amazing looking, he also wondered if she had a date to the prom~

So how's it going Nicole?It's been awhile since I last talked to you

 

[Wolk]

Steve was a bright, pretty good-natured and good-looking guy. He was no glamorous Hollywood star, but the right, manly features of his face were definitely attractive, and his emerald eyes and charming smile only added to it. Through all his time in school he never had one girlfriend, nor did he have a date now, just one week before the prom.

Not that he had no interest in girls, of course! He especially admired one. She was nice, friendly, beautiful, tall, with a nicely rounded ample chest. She did not seem to have anyone, yet her utter perfection in his eyes was enough to scare Steve away from trying to steer their relationship into anything other than friendship. Nor did he do anything with other girls.

He had two problems. The first was work, which he had plenty of, striving to maintain a stellar average in order to get into the best university and perhaps even get a scholarship. The second was his shyness.

Now, for the first time in four years of high school, he realized he didn't have to worry about either. The preliminary marks were already sent out to universiteis, and he got his letter of acceptance. As for shyness, its primary cause was the fear he'd embarrass himself and have to live with it. Not anymore! In several weeks, he and his classmates would go their separate ways and he would never see most of them ever again. So what did he care?!

Bravely, he caught that wonderful girl just as the class they shared ended. Strangely, he found himself not afraid, nor anxious. It didn't matter what the outcome would be - it can be only for the better.

Steve smiled back as she saw him and said hey. He had no idea how to ask it, so he just bravely went ahead.

"Did you already decide which lucky fellow you are going to the prom with?"

 

[xx_lilith_xx]

Nicole

Nicole grinned at Ryan. He was a sweet guy, she knew from having spoken to him once or twice. She decided to just go right ahead and let him know what she thought.

"So...who's your date for prom?" she spoke softly. Before he could wipe the shocked look off his face and speak, however, Mr. Mitchell broke into their conversation.

"Please leave your flirting for after school, Nicole. I want you to pass this class, believe it or not."

Nicole blushed and nodded.

 

[Marcus2]

~when Mr. Mitchell turned his back he couldn't help but laugh alittle. He moved closer to her~

No one

~he whispered~

how bout you?

~he pulled his book out and wrote a couple things down to make it seem like they were doing something~

 

[TabascoKV]

OOC: Wolk, hope you don't mind my jumping in as the "girl."

IC:

Anna Deuxtrois was the epitome of her French heritage. Her pale complexion, blue eyes, dark hair all fit together nicely, which was usually a contrast to the tanned females that walked the halls of her high school. She didn't care much for the sun, as was a testimonial to the freckles that were splashed across her face and arms.

When she was in school, her focus was on academics. Anna was one of the few high school students who still had a fervor for learning. She enjoyed learning new things, and that knowledge had served her well when the time for applying to colleges had come.

Today, though, her mind had seemed to be drifting in and out of what her teacher was speaking on. There was no particular issue on her mind, she was just having problems focusing. Thankful to hear that bell signifying the end of class, she jumped up, prepared to run away.

She was stopped in her tracks as one of her classmates caught her attention. Steve, wasn't it? She was horrible with remembering names unless she spoke them on a daily basis. They had spoken occasionally, mostly about school, but occasionally on random spurts of conversation. Returning his smile, she reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

His question caught her off guard. Not so much the question itself, but how it was posed to her.

"Oh..Prom. That's coming up isn't it?" Grinning, she shrugged. "I don't know. I haven't really thought about it. I have a bad habit of doing things like this last minute. I'll probably just go alone." Shrugging, she readjusted her books in her arms.

"Not a huge deal. What about you?"

 

[Wolk]

OOC: Not at all, Tab. That's percisely why I left the name unspecified.

IC:

"Oh..Prom. That's coming up isn't it? I don't know. I haven't really thought about it. I have a bad habit of doing things like this last minute. I'll probably just go alone."

Steve smiled, jubilant to hear that answer. He was quite sure a beauty like Anna would already have someone. Those freckles were so cute, and her slight French accent was absolutely adorable, not to mention the other wonderful features.

His eyes drifted down instinctively, as she adjusted the books by her chest. Of course, once there his eyes couldn't help but admire the round ample chest. Hastily, Steve pulled himself together and forced his eyes back up. He knew girls hated it when guys stared at their chests when talking to them; courtesy of Hollywood's 'highly educational' products. Boldened by the initial success, he went on ahead.

"I want to take you, Anna."

 

[TabascoKV]

Anna wasn't oblivious to his quick glance towards her chest. Though she wasn't angry, but she felt her cheeks tinge a soft color of pink. As his gaze lifted up to meet hers once more, she was thankful that the momentary blush had cooled down.

At his invitation, she felt her blush return. Biting her bottom lip, she bit the inside of her lip gently. She had never really paid too much attention to guys or dating or anything of the sort. So in tune with her academic life, she hadn't ever really thought about it.

But it seemed like a good idea. She knew he was a good guy, and he was smart. At least she wouldn't be spending the evening with somebody whose vocabulary was the level of a third grader.

"Really?" Her confident sound had faded into a rather sheepish tone in her voice.

"That would be fun." Smiling, she forced herself to relax slightly.

 

[Wolk]

"Really?"

He saw a tingle of red on her cheeks, though not having enough time to be afraid he had embarrased her somehow.

"That would be fun."

His lips formed a wide, happy smile, shining their pearly whiteness at her. Steve could not believe his luck, wondering why on earth did he not get the courage to ask her out before. How long has he admired her for? A year? Well, it did not matter. What happend has happened and he could hardly complain at the outcome. He was going to prom with Anna Deuxtrois herself.

"Great! It definitely will be."

Of course, the prom was a week away, and Steve was given an enormous shot of self-respect and sureness within the last five minutes. What the hell, he thought, might as well push my luck.

"Anna, do you want to go see a movie tonight?"

 

[TabascoKV]

Smiling as she saw the grin encompass his face, tilted her head slightly. He was a cutie. There was something innocent about him, which was a nice change.

Of course, that meant shopping was in her near future, and that thought nearly made her groan. Anna hated shopping. The only thing she enjoyed shopping for was books. It probably wouldn't be too bad, though.

At the invitation to the movies, she racked her brain to see if there was anything else she needed to do after school. There was a little bit of homework on her agenda, but she could take care of it easily.

"Sure. What time?"

 

[Wolk]

"Sure. What time?"

It was just getting betterer and betterer, and Steve's face must have had that happy expression burn it to stay there for the rest of the day.

"I will pick you up at seven?" He said, then stumbled, realizing he wouldn't know where. "I don't know the way to your place, though. Or your phone number."

 

[TabascoKV]

((I wonder where the other two are?))

His smile was contagious, she had known that much. Despite her usual outlook on "going on a date" Anna found herself getting rather excited. It was a nice change from her daily routine of going to school, going home, doing homework, going to bed, and starting all over again.

Opening her folder, she wrote down quick directions to her house along with her phone number.

"It shouldn't be too hard to find." Handing him the sheet of paper, she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

"So, I'll see you at seven?"

 

[Wolk]

Steve took the few moments it took her to write down directions, the moments she had to keep her eyes on the paper, to steal another glance at her chest, then at her sexy hair, fining himself begining to get aroused, and shamed of it at once. By the time she lifted her eyes back at him, he was back to his proper self again.

"So, I'll see you at seven?"

"Barring a major natural disaster, yes!" He joked. "I'm looking forward to it."

The bell that announced begining of the next class put an end to their conversation as both rushed out to not be late.

The last class flew by quickly, and after it came several hours of preparations and impatient waiting time. Steve settled the minor annoyance of homework within an hour and a half, though his mind was quite far away from studies. Later, he might be amused at the silly mistakes he had made. Thankfully, none of it was to be handed in.

Another thirty minutes were spent on preparations and making of one's adorable self as attractive as possible. He swore to do everything in moderation, having laughed for quite a bit himself at fellow classmates' idiotic appearance when they were overzealous with hair gel or aftershave. The bottle of gel he set aside completely. He wasn't skilled enough with it to make himself look great, like the stylist did, and trying it would likely result in a horrible mess. The cologne he used, he limited to two gentle sprinkles on either side of his neck. The pleasant smell still seemed too strong, but he figured it would wind out a bit by the time it mattered.

Securing his parents' permission to use their somewhat sporty black sedan, Steve dressed up in a black T-shirt and simple nicely fitting blue jeans that were held by a belt on his waist unlike many of his classmates', who somehow found it cool to wear pants that fit like a bag.

He first drove to the florist, picking up a lovely single rose, that bordered between pink and light red. Having thought about it, Steve put it safely in the trunk, where it could store for a while, thanks to the watered sponge attached to its end. Finally, he followed Anna's directions, and ended up at her house.

Putting his friendliest smile on, in case her parents came, Steve rang the bell.

OOC: Others are probably just busy with RL for the moment. I'm sure they'll be back in a day or a few.

 

[TabascoKV]

Smiling at his little comment, she capped her pen awkwardly with her folder in hand. Slipping inside her pocket, she nodded. Jumping slightly as the bell rang, she hadn't realized that she had spent that much time talking. Waving bye to him, she headed off towards her locker.

The more she sat in class and thought about the fact that she had a date that night, the more nervous she became. Even if it hadn't been deemed a "date" that is what it was. She had never been on a date before, just out to a couple parties with a group of friends.

As soon as the bell rang for the ending of the final class, she had practically sped out of school. Once home, she had forced herself to concentrate on her paper. Somehow her mind kept wondering to Steve instead of Martin Luther's Reformation.

Finally giving up, since she had an A in the class and it was just extra credit anyways, she went and took a shower. Getting out, she stood in front of her closet in her terry cloth robe, trying to decide what to wear. She finally decided on a brown skirt with little blue flowers that came a few inches above her knee, and a blue, sleeveless shirt to go with it.

Within an hour she was dressed and ready to go, just in time to hear a car pull up outside. Looking at herself in the mirror once more, a small smile appeared on her lips. She loved the shirt because it always made her eyes appear bluer.

Her parents were out for the night, so she was the only one there to answer the door. Not wanting to keep him waiting, she grabbed her jacket and purse and headed down towards the door. Hearing the door bell ring, she opened the door almost immediately afterwards. Greeting him with a smile, her eyes assessed him quickly, not wanting to be caught staring.

"Hey."

 

[Wolk]

Steve admired the lovely girl's image that suddenly arouse before him, his smile changing from the generally friendly, to a softer, admiring expression.

"Hey, Anna. You look great!" He said, stepping aside and extending out his hand invitingly for her to lead the way towards his car. On the short way to the car, Steve couldn't help but let his eyes steal an admiring stare at her ass, the top of its lovely shape clearly outlined by her skirt. As they approached the car, however, Steve walked faster, overtaking her to hold the passenger door open in a gentlemanry fashion.

Having gotten in, he steered the car out of the driveway, then quickly making his way onto the major street. Turning on the radio he found it locked on a pleasant soft rock station where his parents must have left it. The piercing voice of Shania Twain, which Steve disliked slightly, began wailing about the "party for two" she was having. He tossed a quick glance at Anna, before turning back to the road.

"Anna, what do you like to listen to?"

 

[TabascoKV]

Anna's cheeks turned a light shade of pink at his compliment, but she felt the smile on her lips grow larger.

"Thank you. So do you." And he did. It was nice to see a guy her own age who didn't dress like he didn't know how to pick a pair of pants that didn't fit. It was really nice, and he looked nice.

Nodding as he motioned towards the car, she headed off towards it. Smiling once more as he opened the door for her, she murmered a thank you and sat down. Buckling her seat belt, she waited for him to get in the car.

As he turned the radio station on, her nose wrinkled at the sound of the psuedo-country coming out over the speakers.

"You can turn it to whatever you want." If this was what his heart so desired, she'd put up with it. It wasn't her car.

"So, Mr. Steve, what are we going to see?"

 

[Wolk]

"You can turn it to whatever you want."

"Alright."

Steve nodded, reaching for the tuner and pressing it to move the radio to the next programmed wavelength. It turned out to be the station that played classical music, and Steve was likely the one who had left it there. In the past year he found himself liking that kind of music occasionally, enjoying the way a skilled composer could use violins - the staple of classical music - to bring to rise feelings much finer than the coarse, rugged drums modern music relied on ever could. This was probably not the time to reveal his taste, which others of his age were highly unlikely to agree with, and for all he knew nor would Anna. He would let her know when they knew each other better and he had some kind of capital of respect in her eyes that could take the hit if she didn't agree.

For the moment, he pushed the tuner again, ending up on another of his favorite stations.

I wanna rock.
ROCK!
I wanna rock.
ROCK!
I want. To. Rock.
ROCK!

Flew out of the speakers, accompanied by joyful electric guitars and drums. He glanced at Anna again, smiling as he noticed the music did not seem to annoy her.

"We are watching Eurotrip, unless you want something else." He said, tossing her a glance, as he made their way into the movie theater's parking lot. He ment to keep up his gentlemanry behaviour and open the door for her now as well, but by the time he got out and could circle the car, she was already standing. Steve smiled confused slightly, and locked the car.

They made their way to the ticket booths, and Steve pondered on the way if it would be appropriate to take her hand in his, yet never quite mustering the courage to actually do it. He didn't want it to seem like he was coming onto her too strong, fearing she might get nervous and push him away.

The couple before them began purchasing their tickets and Steve turned to Anna.

"Last chance to change your mind about what we're watching." He smiled, taking out his wallet.

 

[TabascoKV]

Anna was into some classical. She had been in choir her first three years in high school, but had opted not to be in it her senior year. It took up too much time and she wanted to really enjoy her senior year. So, she was really into musicals and things of that nature.

As he continued on, her eyes flitted to his arm, following it down to the hand that was changing the station. When he settled on the radio station, she turned her attention to the road ahead of them. Shaking her head as he answered her question and mentioned seeing something else, she reached up and began to fidget with the bottom of her hair.

"Sounds fine to me. I'm not hard to make happy." Smiling, she shrugged her shoulders. She really was low maintenance. That and she was willing to try anything at least once, so she usually didn't say no to something new.

Waiting in line, she scanned the other movie choices and suddenly wished she watched more television. Nothing looked familiar, not even the one they were going to see. Oh well..***** would continue down its spectrum.

"No, it's fine." Reassuring him once more, she watched and waited as he paid for their tickets.

 

[Wolk]

OOC: Just in case: Eurotrip

IC:
They got the tickets, and then, inside, the treats and soft drinks, before making it into the theater. They were mere minutes before the movie was to begin, settling down in one of the last rows. Luckily, the screen was so big that it did not take away from the enjoyment, while keeping them away from everyone's attention.

The comedy turned out to be simply hillarious and Steve thoroughly enjoyed the time. It was, however, rather deserving of its R-rating, and many places made Steve quite nervous about what Anna would think of his choice.

He did eventually grow more or less used to it, figuring that if she didn't slap him and ran out of the theater, she didn't completely hate it. By the time the first 'happy ending' took place with the main character and his love meeting, Steve even gathered up the courage to hold her by the hand and lean a little closer to her, sharing the sheer 'aww factor' of the scene.

Thus, holding hands, they watched the last 'happy ending' scene where two other characters hooked up, and, back on the plane to America, mischievously found their to the bathroom to join "club mile high". Aroused slightly, Steve mindlessly caressed Anna's hand.

Finally, the movie ended with a good joke and a 'fairy' that also starred in several scenes appeared.

Yeah, yeah, and when does the fairy get laid? It said. I'm outta here!

'The End' replaced it. Steve laughed, in a great and incredibly playful mood after the movie.

"Yeah, and when do the audence get laid?" He joked, then catching Anna's face and checking himself. "Yeah, I probably shouldn't have said that..." He grinned, shooting his eyes left and right jokingly. They joined the crowd that walked out of the theater, Steve still holding her hand in his.

"What did you think of the movie?"

 

[Juillette]

Jane Shaw

Jane stood outside the movie theater- alone. She was the girl that no one noticed. Every high school has one. She was short with dark curly hair spilling down her back. Tonight, like always, she was in her self appointed uniform, blue jeans and an old tee shirt. She flicked her cigarette with a practiced carelessness as she watched her classmates file out of the movie theater in pairs and groups. She shrugged as she inhaled the metallic smoke of her Marlboro.

“The beautiful people have arrived” she mumbled looking at Steve and Anna.

She didn’t have anything against them, purse. But she envied their laughter and the way Anna blushed prettily as Steve guided her through the crowd.

“Oh well” she sighed as she stubbed out her smoke. She knew how this would all end up. A week to Prom and not only didn’t she have a date, the only boys who even knew her name were either math geeks or members fellow members of the music and drama program.

Her mind flashed on Scott’s face. He was not too short, not too tall and had the most incredible blue green eyes. They were friends, in as much as they joked around after rehearsals sometimes and she let him copy from her in history. She wished he would notice her. But he was an “it” boy. Popular and athletic and probably going with one of the golden girls that filled the high school hallways with the smell of coach leather and expensive perfume.

Her eyes followed her classmates as the brushed past her. Just once it would be nice if one of them stopped to say hi.

 

[Phoenix_05]

Mike had finally decided to see the damn movie by himself. He had wanted to see it, but most of his friends had seen it already, exept for the girls, but from what he had heard, this wasn't the movie to take his sheltered girls he was friends with to. As he stepped out of the theatre, still chuckling about some of the raunchier jokes, he pulled his leather jacket on over his t-shirt and headed for the exit.

Mike was about 6' 2". and muscular 210 lbs. His hair was black and long for a guy's, it hung just to the bottom of his ear lobe and was parted neatly in the middle. He had broad sholders, but he wasn't bulky. He had the body of a swimmer, mostly to be attributed to the fact that he was part of the varsity swim team. His eyes were hazel, with green on the inside and brown on the outside, making them look deeper as one went closer to his pupil.

As Mike was leaving he saw Jane. They spoken a few times, they were in a play together once, and they shared a few classes. She looked as if she had something on her mind. Mike walked over to her, wondering what could be wrong. "Hi Jane" He said cheerfully.

 

[Juillette]

“Hey Mike”

She knew Mike from Drama club. He was one of the few boys in her high school that she was comfortable talking to. They had worked on Grease together and she noticed now, and not for the first time, that his leather jacket and tight jeans suited him.

She was surprised when she realized he was here alone. As a member of a varsity sport, he was usually followed by fellow jocks and other such a list types. In fact he was usually with Scott.

“Stop it” she mentally scolded herself. “You wanted someone to say hi to you and here someone is.”

She did her best to smile at him. He was cute. He had that whole young rebel thing that appealed to her bohemian sensibilities. He looked like he should ride a motorcycle, though she didn’t know if he did.

She lit another cigarette, more for something to do than out of any need. As she looked at him, she tried to think of something to say. Something clever, something witty, or at least something that wouldn’t make her look like a moron.

“So, Mike, Uhm, what are you doing here?”

“Jackass” she scolded herself internally. “He’s here to see a movie. This is why I’m still a virgin at 17. A complete inability to talk to boys.”

She looked at Mike hopefully.

In her mind a desperate mantra began to repeat.

“Please don’t laugh and walk away”
“Please don’t laugh and walk away”
“Please don’t laugh and walk away”

 

[Phoenix_05]

"Just here to see a movie. All my friends had already seen it, and I'm always in the mood for something raunchy." Mike announced. He realized, as she lit her cigarette and put it to her mouth, that she hadvery nice lips. It wasn't the first time he had checked her out. When they were in theatre he had caught himself thinking how cute her ass was, but she probably didn't think of him like that, after all, she was a rebel, and being on the swim team made him a jock. She likely thought he was some kind of douche bag conformist.

"What about you? Are you here all by yourself too?"

 

[TabascoKV]

The movie was...interesting. It wasn't a movie she would have chosen to see, but she did find herself laughing quite a bit. Her attention was drawn to her companion next to her several times throughout the night. The first time came when she felt his warm hand cover hers. Smiling slightly, her eyes had escaped from the screen in front of them to their entangled fingers. It was a nice feeling, really. Her small, petite hand fit perfectly inside his larger hand.

Her mind had wandered back to the movie, but was drawn away when she felt his body heat increase as he leaned towards her. Shivering as his fingers began to feather over her hand, she found herself pulling closer towards him.

Alas, the credits were rolling and the house lights were performing their post movie crescendo. Laughing at the last comment on the movie, her laughter had just faded away when she heard his comment. There wasn't anger or anything on her face, but her face took on that familiar blush. Shaking her head as he apologized, she tried not to look flustered about it.

Following his lead as they headed back out to the car, her hand tightened on his slightly as they were lost amongst the throng. Grinning as he asked her, she turned to face him as she walked along him.

"That was the stupidest movie I have ever seen in my life...I loved it."