Stood Up On Prom Night (Open For 2 Females)

[BudLeonard]

OOC: This is my first one of these...well, ever. Please Hamma don't hurt 'em.

IC:

It was about halfway through a rerun of "Law & Order" when Simon Stevenson realized he hadn't checked the mail that day. Damn -- forgot again, he thought.

Simon switched off the tv and headed down the stoop of his small house in the standard suburbs. At twenty-five, Simon had, at last, lost the rest of his baby fat through hard work, clean living, and "prayer" (praying to the great god J.D., that is). He wasn't the biggest guy in the room, but he liked to run and he liked to swim, which left him with a defined set of muscles under his grey polo shirt and running shorts.

As Simon walked to the mailbox, he glanced over at his nextdoor neighbors' house -- hoping to see the cute, busty girl who lived there. Simon slept with his windows open, and frequently heard her fighting with her parents -- calling her a "slut" and things like that. Simon didn't know if that was accurate or not. All he knew was that it kept him up. (And he'd also picked up on the fact that she was 18, a valuable bit of information for his rare ogling sessions.)

It was prom night, too, remembered Simon, as he looked inside the empty mailbox. That was why the small community was so damn quiet.

Quiet enough to hear the soft noises from next door. Little sobs, sniffles.

Simon sighed. He was tired -- it'd been a long day at work. But his southern grandmother had raised him right, and he was nothing if not a gentleman. Running his fingers through his copper hair, he decided to walk next door and make sure everything was all right.

Simon walked through his neighbor's lawn, where he saw the girl next door sitting on the front porch, crying into the arms of her best friend. Both girls were wearing formal dresses, and as he approached, he realized that he'd forgotten their names...

 

[RebeccaRose]

(( hehe I won't hurt you love ))

She couldn't believe it ... And on Prom night ...

How could he have done this to her? Any other night and she would have probably just cried herself to sleep, perhaps, and forget about it the next day. But this ... No this was just too much ... The greatest night of her life, supposedly.. Ruined by some crule joke. She really didn't understand him. How could he do this and not have a guilty conscience?

She had other plans for Prom night, besides sitting here on her porch crying her eyes out into her best friends shoulder....

She was 'just Becca', that was how he had put it. Why? Just ... just ... WHY!?

Becca heard foot steps coming up the path, but really, really, really didn't care right now. It could have been her father come to call her a slut or a whore again and she wouldn't have cared ...

She was too distraught right now ... Was it even worth living after being stood up by the most popular guy in school...?

 

[BudLeonard]

As Simon got closer to the front porch, he saw that it was the girl next door, Rebecca, and she was crying into her friend's shoulder. Though she looked quite beautiful -- and really kind of sexy -- in her formal dress, his heart went out to her.

He'd had some conversations with her before, and she seemed like a smart, vibrant young lady that didn't deserve whoever had done this to her.

"Rebecca," he said, "Are you all right?"

 

[Candywine]

Candy was a plain girl, and didn't get invited to the prom this year. Not that she cared, she had plans for college, and it didn't include fun things like this. Ok she was a little bit bitter, but she was going to be there for her best friend Becca, for she had been stood up by her date, and he would pay for that later. She had her sources to ruin the guy, but right now she would be there for her friend. Candy was sitting there, letting her cry on her shoulder, and patting her back. "It's ok Becca, he isn't worth it. Come on, I'll make you your favorite break up snack if you just smile again." She tried her best to console her friend when she heard the man speak. She looked up and recognized Becca's next door neighbor and she shrugged hoping that he would be able to help her.

 

[BudLeonard]

Rebecca continued to cry into her friend's shoulder. Simon didn't quite know what to do, but he knew he should probably do something. He turned his attentions to Rebecca's friend. When he had asked Rebecca if she was okay, the girl -- whose name he remembered as Candy -- just shrugged.

"Is she going to be all right?" he asked Candy.

 

[Candywine]

Candy nodded. "Eventually, but with everything that has been going on with her, and with her being stood up on her Prom night, it's just not fair. The asshole that did this is going to pay, but tonight is her time."
"

 

[BudLeonard]

Simon felt even worse for the girl, but he was also starting to get cold -- it was May, but the temperature had dropped unexpectedly. It hadn't been a burden to him when he came out, but he could see that it was affecting the girls, too. Becca, in particular, was shivering.

"Look," he said to Candy. "It's chilly -- you girls aren't dressed for the weather. You'll catch your death or something. Why don't you come over and we'll talk about this. Okay?"

His soft, kind eyes looked for approval, an approval he didn't think he needed but he suddenly wanted.

 

[RebeccaRose]

Becca finally looked up from Candy's shoulder, her eyes red and bloodshot from the cry she had been doing. Tear's were still flowing freely down her pretty face as she looked her neighbour over a few times, before hugging back up to her friend, never letting her eyes off Simon.

Becca's dress was absolutely stunning on her, she would have no doubt looked absolutely amazing earlier, yet all the let down, and ruin, and crying had some what ruined her appearance slighty. But she still managed to look rather beautiful some how.

"Perhaps I don't care ... If ... I-if I catch .. my ... d-death out here ..." She sniffed and stuttered, her wonderful brunette hair now somewhat matted against her face.

 

[BudLeonard]

OCC: Sorry, I haven't had much time to post the last couple of days.

IC: Simon looked at Becca, sniffling and talking about how she didn't care if she caught her death. He didn't really know what to do -- she did look beautiful, but she was a mess, too.

He pulled a tissue out of his pocket and sat down next to her on the porch. Taking her into his arms -- a bold move, even for him -- he started to wipe her tears away.

"Hey," he said. "It's gonna be all right. He's an ass, whoever he is. Okay?"

 

[RebeccaRose]

Becca jumped slightly in surprise when he sat himself down next to her and hugged her. That was almost too much, until he wiped her tears away. She wanted to get away from him, she felt like she was being taken advantage of again, but then again she also was greatful for him being here. He made her feel scared yet safe. A contradiction indeed.

However ... she wasn't in the mood to try and understand her feelings ... all she knew was that she had been stood up by a guy she actually thought she might have finaly had a chance with ... and on Prom night. She just wanted to cry right now...

"He's an ass, whoever he is. Okay?"​

She looked up at him and blinked, the corners of her mouth curled ever so slightly, the best smile she could manage, if it could be called that ...

Simon had to understand what this was like for her. She'd spent days, months even organising the best dress she coud find, she was sure to be the best ooking at the dance, all that preparation, all those joyous moments with him when he told her how much he loved her ... only to turn up at prom to see his arm around another ... All eyes on her ... People laughing ... It made her feel sick almost. She knew she had to move on, but she couldn't, she didn't feel like moving on ... Or maybe she wanted it to al be a dream ...

She found herself wrapping her arms around him and resting her head against his chest, as a tear rolled down her pretty cheek, bringing the smear of make-up with it.