Hello everyone! I've just had an idea I've really wanted to write, so we have another story here! Well, I hope you enjoy, and it has two of my OCs, too.
The school bell rang, the day started normally, Dynamis strolled through the hallways, and it seemed like a same old, same old day. He tapped down the tiled hallways as the floorboards beneath his feet creaked. His slim shoulders could barely hold up the backpack that weighed like someone secretly put bricks in it the other day.
He walked up to his locker turning the combination lock letting the numbers click opening the small metal door. He had textbooks neatly organized on shelves and pens in dangling bags taped to the roof of his locker. Dynamis also decorated the internal walls of the locker with pictures of him and his boyfriend of three years, Rago.
The lavender-haired teen giggled taking out a textbook for math class seeing the photos posted on his locker of him and Rago taking selfies at the park, making silly faces into the camera, Rago giving him a bouquet of roses on their first date, oh the memories.
Dynamis looked at Rago's face sighing in the mist of a daydream. He dumped his books into his backpack closing his locker and went off to class. "Rago?" Dynamis called out to meet the person he adored scanning the crowd for those lovely red eyes the color of blood that made him melt into a mushy puddle.
Hugging his papers, he headed to class when a finger poked his shoulder, and a voice chirped out, "Dynamis?"
"Rago!" Dynamis whirled out and faced the person he searched for. "Hi," Dynamis gave Rago a soft peck on the cheek and tangled himself into a hug. Rago gave an in-love smile kissing Dynamis on the forehead, but everyone else in the hallway did not share the moment.
Someone slammed their locker in disgust and marched away. Everyone stared, so Rago shot a glare of daggers into the crowd making the students scram. Dynamis' face turned cherry-red in embarrassment tilting his head down, and a tear formed in his eyes.
Rago stroked Dynamis' hair holding him close giving anyone a frightening look of features who dared to cringed at them.
Someone even yelled, "Ew!" making Dynamis wince and squeeze his books whispering into Rago's ear.
"We should probably go," Dynamis gave out a tiny peep of a voice when someone came running in tripping over a mop from a mop bucket the janitors left unattended for a few minutes to grab an extra piece of equipment. The figure who tripped sent herself crashing to the floor sweeping up books and papers banging into her locker.
"What are you looking at?!" she groaned at the people who rolled their eyes. She gave out a growl brushing the imaginary dust off her shirt. She had brown hair and eyes that allowed for the dark purple highlights in her hair to pop. Her skin consisted of the shade of creamy brown, and a scar went down her neck with a few scrapes here and there.
She wore a greasy white t-shirt and red shorts too lazy to change out of her pajamas disregarding dress-code of not wearing nightwear to school in the process. She only had on one shoe, a dirty sneaker with several ripped holes in them barely latched onto her foot as the shoelace got lost somewhere, and she didn't wear matching socks. She forgot to shower and tie her hair up as well, so basically, she looked like someone who just got out of bed with her backpack half open and notes full of doodles falling out.
"Hi Dynamis, Rago," she stretched and yawned opening her locker throwing in her books not paying attention to random stuff such as year-old chewing gum and broken pencils on the verge of falling out.
"Hi Blossom, bad morning?" Dynamis asked.
"You could say that," Blossom rubbed her tired eye. "Maybe I shouldn't have stayed up until one o' clock playing Call of Duty." She scratched her messy hair bothering to tie it up with a sticky rubber band she found in her pocket. "Here, prom's coming up in a week," Blossom handed Dynamis and Rago a poster once pinned to the wall she picked up in the hallway.
"Are you sure... we should go...?" Dynamis shielded himself behind Rago squeaking a bit with his sound raving out terror.
"I'm sure, just need to convince the school administrators to let me wear a tuxedo," Blossom replied heading off to class as the other girls in the hallway gave her a shriek dropping their books due to her attire choice. Whispers filled the air, but Blossom just put in her ear-buds and turned on her music to full volume.
"Come on," Dynamis lightly tugged on Rago's hand leading the both of them to class.
Energy buzzed through the classes as everyone stared at the clock waiting for the dismissal bell to ring. Tick, tick, tick, the clock jerked by, its seconds slow as if it could adjust time, just one more minute... then... Ring! Ring! Ring! A mass of students carrying books and binders rushed out of the building in a hoard to get on their bicycles and ride home, all except for our small group of people.
Dynamis, Rago, and Blossom sat in the grass of the school joined with another girl scrolling through the school's website on her iPad Air. She clicked on the link that lead to the information about prom, and she found herself reading about the prom's dress code (based off my own school's and some other school's dress codes for a dance) with widening eyes.
The girl who widened her eyes at the ridiculous dress code had blonde hair with it dyed brown at the tips and let some of the dye bleed up to one third of the way up the hair. Silver piercings rested on the outer lobe on the pale skin of the ear, and faint freckles decorated the provolone-colored cheeks. Goldenrod eyes twitched.
A black imitation leather hat sat on her head, and she wore a light blue tank-top on her small frame with a black, button-less vest on top. Some black and silver bits and bobs of jewelry hung off her neck and wrists finished off with black shoes that matched with her clothing.
The girl with the blonde hair let a tsk escape from her lips shaking her head, "Oh goodness, can you believe this?" She spoke with a slight accent shaking her head.
"What is it, Misty?" Blossom scooted over the girl apparently named Misty to see what she read.
"You aren't able to wear a tuxedo there!" Misty exclaimed scrolling down the webpage for more information. "AND we have to have a date to go!"
"W-what...?!" Blossom's eyes twitched a bit. Then, a series of expressions crossed her face. First, her eyebrows raised in shock as her eyes suddenly lost their sleepiness, then, her eyes rolled back looking faint, and finally, a look of pure anger etched across her face. Her eyebrows knitted together in frustration, and her lip curled into a frown. Her eyes narrowed, and her fists balled up.
"WHAT?!" Blossom pulled at her hair rocking back and forth shaking. "B-but... There's a reason why I watch YouTube videos of dresses burning and laugh evilly!" Blossom massaged her temples collapsing into the soft and fluffy grass that shone emerald green.
A cloud covered the once crystal-like sun shadowing everyone's faces, as if casting the mood for the group. "And that means..." Dynamis stared at Rago for good, long while. "If Blossom can't wear a tux, I can't wear a dress with Rago!"
"He's correct," Misty gave out a sigh. Her hair drooped in front of her face, and her hat slid slightly out of position. Her face paled if possible as everyone could feel the blood drain out of their disappointed faces. Dynamis leaned on Rago's shoulder, and Rago took his boyfriend in his lap kissing the tender hair.
Rago clutched Dynamis close looking down at the grim blue eyes of Dynamis before speaking, "So now what? Dynamis and Blossom both don't qualify to go to the dance, and I'm not going without all of you guys, since you are my best friends."
"Well, I'm not quitting, I AM going to that dance in a tuxedo," Blossom nodded.
"And I do want to go in a dress..." Dynamis' face flushed like a tomato gripping Rago's hand.
"And we ARE going to the dance together," Rago squeezed Dynamis' hand gently, holding it fondly.
"And not to mention half of us don't even have a date!" Misty rolled her eyes hugging her iPad.
"So how about it?" Blossom asked standing up abruptly. "Let's talk to the school administrators, shall we?" The rest of the group nodded in agreement a bit more hesitant to get up but still stood in the end following Blossom to the principal's office.
"NO! I WON'T ALLOW IT!" a man in glasses wearing a suit slammed his hand on the table before composing himself. "I'm sorry, but I will not allow this abomination to prom. You either wear what you're suppose to and follow the guidelines, or no prom. Now, OUT!" he gestured for the four to scramble out, and Dynamis drew himself closer to Rago, Blossom looked like she would punch the principal if Misty didn't hold her back, and Misty just shot out a glare while restraining her friend by the shoulders.
Blossom blindly threw her fists into the air before giving up and stomping out. Dynamis and Rago held each other's hand walking out. Misty turned on her heels and paced away leaving the principal to give a bitter look at the miserable excuse of "regular" kids.
He mutter, "When will they learn, when will they learn?" He turned around in his chair shaking his head, his glasses shifted under the movement of his hand on his head.
"Oh fiddlesticks," Dynamis curled up his knees close to his chest on the ride home on the the bus. He smelled rotting takeaway in the drivers seat combined with the sticky sweat of everyone around him. Students sat in the seats fanning themselves with their homework as the bus had no air-conditioning mixed with the sweltering heat of late spring.
The bus only had one fan directed at the driver, so none of the students had a breeze. Some people opened their windows only to have their binders blown away by the wind and the heat to leak in. Dynamis rested his head sleepily on Rago's shoulder yawning a bit.
Blossom fell asleep upside-down on the seat with her legs on the headrest and head dangling from the seat with her arms laying on the ground. Misty stared at the odd position her friend chose to sleep in sitting straight up trying to get a fragment of a breeze in her face but no luck.
In general, the four friend just sat there miserable and ready to take a nap when they got home with Blossom already having a head start. Misty crossed her hands on her knees, "Don't you wish we could do it...?"
"Do what?" Dynamis sat up letting go of Rago's arm.
"That you and Blossom could wear what made you feel comfortable at prom," Misty responded, her breath trailing behind her and her voice being left off into the distance as the bus drove.
"We can't... can we?" Rago lifted an eyebrow crossing his arms.
"We could... maybe... If we just-" Blossom cut off Misty's sentence with a loud snore, and her friends gave out an amused giggle. "As I was saying, there has to be a way..."
"Possibly," Blossom cracked open as eye. She realized her unusual position instantly but didn't want to get up. Then, a glint shimmered in her eye. A smirk curled on her lips, and she scratched her chin still quite literally flipped from a normal person's seating arrangement. The smirk got bigger until an imaginary light bulb went off in her head. "I have an idea..."
Misty, Dynamis, and Rago stared at each other exchanging expressions as their shoulders slumped and their breath nearly got knocked out of them. They gulped swallowing the lump building in their throats before simultaneously, "Oh no, Blossom has a plan, doesn't she?"
"Yes my friends, I do," Blossom had a bit of an mischievous look on her face tapping her fingers together looking as if she would burst out laughing.
I hope you people like this, and I actually want to wear a tuxedo in real life. But my mom won't let me... Please read and review, and give your brutally honest opinions. Also, I drew a picture of Dynamis in a dress on my deviantart account! Here's the link: www. deviantart /Dynamis-in-a-Dress-528537084.
Just make sure not to include the period and remove all the spaces. If things don't work out with the link, my deviantart account is the same as my username on here, it's just that all the numbers are replaced by the numbers 360.