I smile as she tells me about her week. It's become a habit for her to call or Facetime me a few times a week just to shoot the shit. I'm not sure if it's her way of people polite or my way of holding out hope but it sends flutters to my heart every time her name shows on my screen. She is getting ready for prom, which is in a week. I can only imagine how beautiful she'll look in her dress. She's refused to show it to me so I just let my imagination run wild. About what it looks like, but also what will be underneath.
"Are you even listening," she smirks, "or are you being a pig and thinking about me naked?"
I can't help but blush, "That would, that's not. Our relationship isn't like that. That would just be rude of me."
She rolls her eyes, "Oh yes, because you are always so descent minded. You're a guy, I expect nothing less to be honest."
"So," I let out a slight cough, "Who are you going with?"
"Currently I am lacking in the date department," she rubs her neck, "Pete is coming home to go with Kitty. Sam's boyfriend is coming back to go with him and my choices of single guys that I can tolerate is…limited."
I let out a small sigh, "Well, you have to have someone in mind. It's a week away, you can't exactly be picky right now."
Her eyes lower, "My choice in date is…well, currently unavailable, for lack of a better term," she looks back up, "It's getting late there. I'll go so you can get your sleep. I know you have finals to study for."
She gives me a soft smile as I say my goodnights. I touch my hand to my lips then to the screen. For once she matches my movement. My heart feels heavy each time we say goodbye. I know it would be better for her to move on, we both agreed she should. That we both should but it's been months and she hasn't been seeing anyone. Not for lack of options. There have been a few dates, three that ended in a kiss. My chest felt like it was on fire when she told me that. She's been accepted to NYU and what I haven't told her yet is that so have I.
Call it crazy or romantic but she'd been mentioning for weeks how nervous she was to go. To be away from home with no familiar faces. So maybe this face would help her ease into things. Plus my year abroad is almost over and honestly Temple hasn't been giving me what I wanted out of it. NYU is a better fit. It was a better fit before but I was too big headed to admit it. Too ready to spite my father and be out on my own.
I try to study, I really do, but once on my computer I find myself looking up flights back home. I look around my mostly packed room, would leaving two weeks early really hurt anyone? My finals are over in two days and no one is taking her to prom. I can't just let her go alone. She said her choice of date is currently unavailable. What if that date is me? I can make myself so very available. I pause only to hear a knock on my door.
"What do you want," I ask, my arms folded over my chest.
She hands me a box, "Just some things you left in my dorm from forever ago. I found them as I was packing."
"Thanks, I didn't find anything of yours," I toss the box to the side, "well, have a good one."
She pushes her hand on the door as I go to close it, "Wait, can we maybe talk about what happened?"
"There isn't anything to talk about. We weren't a good fit," I go to close my door again, "Thanks again for the stuff back. Good luck next year."
I don't let her get in another word before I close the door. Genevieve has been blowing up my phone since we got back from winter break. I honestly have no time or patience for her. Though I can't help but feel bad. At the end of the day it was always going to end once the year was over. She couldn't give me what I needed and much like Belladonna she seemed to be in it more for the money. Always wanting to go out to expensive restaurants or parties where she could show me off. I look back at my computer again. My tux was still in my room back home, I could get a haircut. I pick up my phone.
"Well, you are the last person I expected to hear from," her voice as perky as ever.
I chuckle to myself, "Weird question but what color is Rogue's dress?"
"Why are you asking me instead of her," she asks coyly, "Is it possible that you are planning a surprise?"
"First of all, you know she hasn't told me anything about it and second if I was would you be willing to help me," I let out a long sigh, "Am I being crazy?"
She giggles, "Oh my god, like she is gonna flip! But you aren't and I will. I'll text you the deets. Oh I'm so excited if you can actually pull this off. Finally you develop some form of a brain. Ok, she's here so I gotta go. My lips are sealed, you are amazing. Ok, bye!"
I can hear her call Kitty's name as Kitty hangs up the phone. Finally, yeah right? I look back at my computer one more time before purchasing the tickets. I send a quick text to Merci before finally going back to studying. The next time I look at my clock it's well after midnight. I stretch, feeling as though I'm as prepared for this final as I'll ever be. I close my laptop and walk to the shower. The hot water feels nice against my skin. As I had expected, Merci freaked out almost as much as Kitty did. After finals tomorrow I would need to go out and get a vest and a bowtie. Her dress is a deep purple color but after that I still know nothing. I smile to myself, hoping desperately that she doesn't find a date before I manage to surprise her.
I let out another deep sigh as I drag myself out of the shower, "Please let this work."
