So now I figured out that Jake couldn't attend the prom. At least half of it. There was a important meeting for the Quiluetes and he had to follow Sam's orders. Although I was very, very upset, I had made a good plan.
Today I would ask Blake if he wanted to go with me. I would tell him we would be going just as friends, of course. And then when the time came that Jake arrived, I would be with him. Blake was a very accepting person and I was sure he wouldn't be offended at all by it. Unless of course he had a date. I hadn't thought of that.
Hey Blake, I wrote and passed it over to him.
Top of the morning to you Renn.
Blake was one of the oddest people I had met and insisted on calling me Renn.
Thank you, I paused for a second before writing again, Do you want to go with me to prom? Just as friends? I figured it would work if you didn't have a date, I passed the note over cautiously.
It took a few seconds for him to read it. He looked up with a confused face and then started to write a note.
Sure thing. I would love to accompany you. What about your boyfriend?
He has a really, really important meeting.
Enough to miss prom? You know I love you Renn, but you got to remember, I'm gay.
This was news to me, I looked up from the paper at him. I didn't mean to be so sour, but all this time and he hadn't told me?
He looked confused, "Sorry," he whispered, "I thought you knew..."
Day turned around to glance at me quick. Quick enough that I'm sure Blake didn't notice. He had a smug grin across his face. Ugh, how could my own dad hide this from me? Of course he knew, out of anyone in the world, he knew.
I started writing again, It's all right. We can still go, can't we?
:) As long as you're okay with it.
I felt a smile come across my own face now, I am.
As I hid up in "my" room, I constantly looked at the clock. In four minutes it would be 7:30. Which meant Blake would be arriving soon. I wasn't nervous or anything. Well, sort of.
My dad still hadn't seen my dress. He would see it for the first time when I walked down the stairs. I was afraid he wouldn't like it. That he would get mad at me for being stupid or something. I rested my head on the pillow, wanting to cry. Not that I could, my mascara would smear.
Dad had gotten smart too, I remembered, he rented a limo for all of us. So as soon as Blake got here, we'd all get in and leave.
An idea struck me. I ran to the closet and started throwing things on the ground, anxious to see if there was a coat in here I could wear. There were plenty of them, but they wouldn't match my dress. I sighed.
A car door slammed outside my window and I opened my door with a deep breath.
It was time to be daring. To not care what my father thought.
When I was about to go down the stairs, I saw Blake standing there, face to face with my mom, who had opened the door.
"Come in," he guestered nicely.
He was amazed by the house enough for me to get down the stairs without realizing I was present.
They were all facing the door, so I got up behind Blake quick. In a swift second I grabbed his arm, and drug him out the door with me. The limo was out in the yard, Carlisle was driving of course.
He helped me up into the vehicle, and we both scooted towards the front of, instead of the back.
Only a few seconds later did everyone else get in. First Alice and Japser, then Rose and Emmett. I saw my dad help my mom in carefully and then got in himself and closed the door. He looked at me oddly. It took him only a split second to realize why I had been so jumpy. Anger flashed quickly, and he turned to look over to my mom. She sighed and grabbed his hand, kissing his fingers. He relaxed and kissed her cheeks.
It was moments like these where I was happy to see my parents connect. Most times it was gross and I begged them to stop.
Blake seemed oblivious, and was grabbbing something off his tux. He handed me a corsage.
He laughed, "Never thought I would ever give one to a girl," he kissed my forehead friendly, "Must mean you're one of a kind."