"Are you mad at me?" Kim glanced to Peggy as they walked down the narrow, dark street.
"Well, yes," Peggy snapped with frustration. She folded arms across her chest and looked sullenly at the shadowy ground in front of her. She was angry at Kim and rightfully so. Kim knew how much going to the prom meant to her, but forgot all about it. It had Peggy so steamed that if this street wasn't so darn creepy, she would've have told the ebony-haired girl off and walked home on her own.
"I guess a sorry isn't going to make it up to you, huh?"
"Of course not!" Peggy shot her an agitated glower. "Imagine how many things I'd have to put in the school paper tomorrow if we would have went!" Missing out on events to write about in the school newspaper did annoy Peggy, but it wasn't the real reason why she was so upset. Kim, her girlfriend of three months, promised to take her to prom and didn't even remember the date! It was like a slap in the face. And stung just as bad as one.
Could the brunette's feelings really mean so little to someone she cared about so much?
"I thought so." All of a sudden, Kim reached out and grabbed the journalist's hand. Peggy let out a low cry of surprise as Kim pulled her under the only lit streetlight on the block. Lime eyes radiant under the artificial glow, she tugged the brunette's hand she held up to her shoulder and placed it there. She pressed one of her own hands against Peggy's waist and then her free fingers sought to lace themselves with the ones of paler flesh.
"Kim, what are you doing?" The journalist's hurt and irritation were forgotten in her bemusement.
"Dancing with you," she replied and began to sway. "I know it's not the same as going to the prom. But this is probably twice as romantic."
Kim thought dancing under a streetlight in the middle of an empty road was romantic? Please, the reek of motor oil tainted the air and the only music they had to dance to was the faint racket of a television further down the block. Romantic was the last word that came to Peggy's mind to describe this.
And yet she found herself moving sensually with Kim, keeping pace as her girlfriend twirled her around. She dipped her head back when Kim held her out and sucked in a breath of the humid night breeze as she was drawn back in.
When their eyes met, Peggy felt the last traces of her ire trickle out of her veins.