--Theodore--
I followed Eleanor out of the pool. She walked briskly through the parking lot. I had to jog a little to catch up. I grabbed her arm when I caught up, stopping her in the middle of the lot.
"Eleanor," I said, "What's wrong?"
--Eleanor--
And there he was, holding onto my arm, looking kindly concerned. I wanted to puke. He was the very last person I wanted to talk to at the moment. Sophi had just crushed all trust I had in Theodore and I really just wanted to go home and go to bed.
"It's nothing, Teddy," I muttered, shaking my head and trying to turn away, but his grip didn't loosen.
"Don't lie to me, Ellie," he said si
--Gregory--
I walked inside, and sat on the couch with a sigh, putting my face in my hands for a second before sitting back and turning on the TV.
Tsuki, my adoptive mother, walked in, Leah clinging to her leg and appearing to be whining about something. Tsuki was shaking her head and Leah was saying "Please" over and over and over.
Tsuki sighed and then said, "Go talk to your father about it."
Leah grinned and hugged her thighs before running clumsily away, yelling, "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!"
She knew as well as I did that when Tsuki said to talk to Sully about something it was her way of giving in. I mustered a smile even though today suc
--Pamela--
I paused for a second before reluctantly sliding into the passenger's seat in Gregory's car, hating myself for doing so. He was right though, of course if I walked home in the rain I'd catch a cold and have to miss prom altogether and then my life would be over.
Upon sitting, I sighed heavily and started trying to wipe the mud off of my skirt, which, of course, just so happened to be my favorite. Gregory ignored me and cranked up "Dignity" by New Politics, driving fast like he does when he's frustrated. A tense and uncomfortable silence stretched between us.
It felt weird to be mad at Gregory. It felt really weird to be
Prom Part 2- You Look Silly by bubblyM, literature
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Prom Part 2- You Look Silly
--Gregory--
When I went out into the student parking lot, I sighed, a cloud collecting in front of my face, and pulled up my hood to sheild my already frizzy and messed up hair from the rain and humidity. It was pouring. The rain was pounding down, like ninja stars hitting the side of a fortress, but less awesome. I walked quickly to my car, trying not to get my notebooks wet. As I slid in the front seat, I couldn't help but think that the weather was almost as sucky as the day.
"Women," I mumbled grudgingly to myself as I pulled out.
I had taken Pamela to school that morning, so I suppose she didn't have a car, but she had given me the co
Gregory sat across from Pamela at the library table.
"Pam," he whispered.
"Gregory?" she replied, bent over a textbook.
"You're going to prom with me."
She paused and looked up at him, as if to see if he were serious. He was.
"I like how you say that like it's an imperative sentence," she remarked, trying hard to be demure, looking down again.
"That's because it is. Are you saying no?" She was quiet for a long time. Several minutes passed, and he added, "Pamela, say something. You're making me nervous."
She merely shrugged.
"Come ON, Pamela! You've been talking about us getting married since we were five."
She blushed. "I hardly thin