Prom 2011

[Zoey Hundt]

Really, if Cassidy expected Zoey to go up and talk with Marisol just because Tiffany was going to talk to Fred, it wasn't going to work. The two situations were completely different, mostly in the aspect that Tiffany had had a lot more time to adjust to the idea. Even before she got the dress, Fred had tried to be nice to her and that had been a while ago. She'd only had a couple of weeks where she had to try and adjust to a strange situation where someone that she thought she might even be able to be friends with just had kissed her out of the blue and that had led to an awkward situation. Talking to her seemed like it'd be even more awkward than anything else too. No, she didn't like the fact that Marisol was unhappy and probably wasn't going to have a good time tonight, but she didn't like the diea of being forced to talk to her either. She should be able to pick her own time in doing so.

She walked with Cassidy over to a nearby table, turning her attention back to the silent movies as Cassidy looked around the room. Of course the other girl went right in to try and do the exact thing that she really had been hoping that she wouldn't. It was almost like she was doing the exact opposite of trying to help her go talk to the fashion designer because she hated feeling forced into something. "I will talk to her when I'm ready to talk to her, Cassidy," she replied. "It's no good to talk to her when I feel forced to do so or uncomfortable with the idea and I'm sure she'd much rather not believe that you were forcing me into talking to her." She might be the one that was avoiding talking to the designer, but somehow she was pretty sure that Marisol wasn't so much into pity and the like. Not many people she knew were actually. "So, I'll go when I feel like I want to go and talk to her, tonight or not."

[Stephanie Medawar]

Stephanie was honestly not too sure what she ought to expect from Carson standing there and apparently wanting to talk to her, because she highly doubted he was there to have any sort of conversation with Kevin. Well, the simplest option was that he might want to apologize, and rightly so, but she wasn't gonna start speculating about what went on in his mind. After all, she would never have expected that anyone could do something like what he'd done, so what she did know about other people's ways of thinking really? Life had just been so much simpler when she'd been a little kid, the only things she'd cared about then was playing, school and her dad. Now she was stuck with so many more aspects of life to care about and at times it was a little bit dizzying it to try and make something of it. And sometimes it just caused her to keep on caring about people whom she kinda wished she wouldn't anymore, because they'd really hurt her.

She silently debated whether to accept Carson's request or turn it down as he stated that he wanted to talk to her and that alone would be nice. Well, no, she knew she was gonna accept to talk to him, it was the alone part that made her feel a bit uneasy. Like she might have a bit of trouble holding her ground if she didn't have someone near to back her up. Not that she couldn't make decisions for herself or anything like that, it was just that she wasn't entirely sure yet if she was ready to entirely forgive Carson, but part of her also really wanted to, and if she found herself alone with him, it'd be much easier to listen to the latter than the former. After a couple of seconds, she gave a soft sigh, getting back to her feet and glancing over at Kevin. "I'm sorry, I won't be long," she promised him, waiting for Carson to lead to a quieter spot so that they could talk.

[Frederick Orson]

Fred waited a bit anxiously for Tiffy's answer to his suggestion to start over, wondering what in the world that girl was doing to him. Anxiety was not something he was accustomed to feeling, especially not when it came to girls, yet there were a lot of things that she'd made him feel over the past few months which he hadn't been used to before her. He didn't really know if he should take that as a good or a bad sign, but mostly he figured it probably depended on her. If she turned him down and said she'd just come over to thank him and that didn't mean she wanted to be friends or anything, then it would definitely be a bad sign that he felt those things about her, but if she decided that she was willing to give it a shot... he didn't really know how it would translate into a good sign, but it really couldn't be that bad right? All in all, he really just wanted to be able to try and get to know her without her thinking it was because he wanted to get some more information to piss her off with.

He couldn't help the grin that spread on his face when she did finally answer, obviously with a positive response, figuring that was likely to make his prom night a whole lot more interesting than it might have been otherwise. Of course, he figured he probably wouldn't spend the whole evening with her, she'd come over with her cousin and a friend after all so she'd probably want to go back over and hang out with them at some point, but he was willing to take anything he might get at this point. He gave a light chuckle when she held out her hand and introduced herself, taking it in his own and shaking it gravely, though unable to keep himself from noticing just how nice and soft her hand felt in his. "Well, it's very nice to meet you Tiffany," he told her with a nod. "I'm Fred. And might I just ask, where did you get that dress, cause it's really amazing," he added a bit teasingly. He wasn't too sure exactly why he felt as good as he did right now, but he just did.

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[Cassidy Grayson]

This really wasn't the kind of situation Cassidy was used to being in. She didn't really enjoy feeling stuck between two friends, and she didn't want to take anybody's side over the other either. Of course, it wasn't like Marisol and Zoey had had a really bad fight and now hated each other's guts or anything, they'd just so happened to makeout and whereas Marisol had most likely enjoyed it, the same couldn't be said for Zoey, according to what she was saying anyway, and now everything was just awkward. She didn't like awkward, especially not when it involved two close friends. And at this point, she did feel a bit worse for Marisol because she knew the older girl was hurting, though not probably for the reason Zoey might believe. It wasn't like the two girls had spent so much time together that Marisol would be broken hearted from the lack of an opportunity for a relationship, the older girl was more reasonable than that.

But she knew that she was also having a hard time figuring out if she'd even find someone some time, because it probably seemed to her that girls who liked other girls were pretty scarce around here seeing as she hadn't ever had a relationship, and getting yet another blow surely didn't help. Not to mention the fact that, as she'd told her, it surely didn't feel good to feel like you'd forced yourself onto someone who didn't want you to. She didn't know what to think of Zoey's side though, feeling like, if she'd really only been curious, then she should have pulled away much sooner than she had. "Nobody's forcing you to do anything Zoey," she told her with a slight frown. "I mean, I guess at some point if you do talk to her, it'll be because your conscience will have forced you too, but she's not the only one having a hard time from this whole happening. Sure, you're not feeling bad in the same way, but if you didn't care you wouldn't put so much effort into avoiding her," she pointed out. "Anyway, I'll be right back, I told her I'd go see her when I got here," she added with a light shrug, getting back to her feet and making her way over to the fashion designer, smiling a bit when she reached her and giving her a hug. "Hey sweetie. Your dress is gorgeous," she told her.

[Marissa Evans]

Marissa never really knew how big of a deal prom was until now. She honestly didn’t know what to expect seeing as she was a freshman and this was her first time going to anything like this. Going to prom hadn’t been something she anticipated, but when Jared had asked her she found herself agreeing to the idea. It still baffled her as to why he decided to take her. Sure, they were pretty good friends, she enjoyed his company immensely, but there were plenty of other pretty girls he could have chosen from. She figured it was a ploy to cheer her up and she couldn’t say that it was a bad idea. The break up with Nolan wasn’t devastating or anything, but she had liked him and so it was okay to be a little upset over it, right? Either way, this night would hopefully get her mind off things. She was going to focus on having fun.

They had agreed on meeting at the hotel where the dance was taking place, which was fine with her because it wasn’t like this was a date or anything. He hadn’t specified if it was or not so she just came to her own conclusion. She wasn’t going to start looking into it now. A cab was called before she even got dressed so once she was finished getting ready she went out to go and meet it by the front of the school. She got in, not needing to tell the driver where to go because apparently this hadn’t been his first pick up so she sat back and watched the city fly by, just now starting to feel slightly nervous. The cab finally pulled up at the entrance where she could see Jared already waiting for her. She paid the fare and climbed out, smiling as she stepped onto the curb. "Hey handsome,” she teased playfully.

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[Carson Medawar]

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[Tiffany James]

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Tiffany had to say that there was something to the knowledge that things were fine with the guy who had been pretty much trying to push her buttons the entire year. It was nice to know that he hadn't been doing it just because it was something that was amusing for him to watch. The thought was still a little weird, one that would take some getting used to. However, there was still that underlying niceness to it as well. The idea that maybe if they started over they might actually be able to be friends or something like it. Weird, definitely, but again with that level of niceness to it. Who knew, maybe she and Fred would actually get along really well if they tried to instead of trying to be on each other's cases. There were no guarantees of course, but she kind of hoped that it would end up that way as opposed to them finding that they really were just naturally prone to arguments and not getting along.

She couldn't describe the feeling that went through her upon seeing the grin that he gave, never having saw him do that before and the thought that she'd made it happen made her happy herself. Feeling him take her hand in his own and introduce himself next before asking about the dress. "Well, Fred, I'm afraid I'm not entirely sure where the dress came from," she replied in the same manner. "It was left in a box outside my door with an unsigned note. So, one can only speculate." And she would have continued to do so, had it not been for the fact that Cassidy was there with the answer that she hadn't wanted to see. The answer that was currently standing in front of her. Right now though, that answer didn't really bug her though because talking with him so far was turning out to be a nice thing - though, her pessimistic side cautioned, that was just right now and it could change. She found herself hoping that it wasn't going to though.

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[Jared Greene]

As Jared waited for Marissa to arrive, he couldn't help but wonder how the evening would turn out. After all, they'd hung out before but they'd never done something like this. Not that this was much different than hanging out, aside from the fact that there were fancy clothes involved and maybe a bit of dancing, but still, those small differences were enough to make it slightly more dangerous territory. He couldn't deny that he did feel attracted to Marissa, she was a good looking girl after all, but he figured it was smarter to leave it at that. He liked having her as a friend anyway, and dating people you were friends with could work out some times, but mostly it just screwed everything up. And then, just because they got along great and she was attractive didn't mean they'd get along as a couple or anything like that. Not that she'd be interested anyway so there was no point on wasting his time even thinking about it.

All those thoughts were pushed right out of his mind though when a cab pulled up in front of the hotel and soon, Marissa stepped out. He couldn't help but stare a bit as she walked up over to him, looking her over as she greeted him. Well... he definitely had not expected that. He probably should have, after all she knew how to dress herself well, and from what he'd seen at homecoming, she had great taste when it came to dress picking, but still, wow. This was a whole other ball game. "You look great Marissa," he told her, figuring she at least ought to know why he'd been staring like a perv. Okay, maybe not that bad, but still. "Really great," he added, momentarilly forgetting about the corsage he held in his hands. He soon realized he was still holding it though, reaching for her hand so that he could slide it onto her wrist and smiling at her. "So, are you ready to dance the night away or whatever?" he asked her with a light grin.

[Stephanie Medawar]

Stephanie wasn't too sure what this whole deal would lead to. Even if Carson apologized and she forgave him, then what? Would they just go back to the way things had been before and pretend it'd never even happened? Would she just have to ignore what Cheyenne had told her, or assume it wasn't true because he wouldn't say anything about it? After all, she knew he'd decided to pick a college in California and that wasn't exactly closeby, so even if they did want to start a relationship or something like that, they'd have a whole of a month together before summer, and whereas she'd be coming back to Kansas City in the fall, he'd head over to the west coast. That wasn't exactly something that would help out for the beginning of a relationship. But then, she was getting ahead of herself anyway - there was nothing that said he might even want to start something at all. Maybe he just wanted to apologize was all.

She looked up at him as he turned to face her after leading her toward a quieter area of the hotel, listening as he started by telling her that he wanted to say that he was sorry for what he'd done. Well, she figured it was a good enough start if he at least realized that what he'd done was wrong, nodding slightly when he added that he hadn't had the right or the place to do what he'd done. She had to keep herself from sighing lightly though when he added that he wasn't even sure why he'd thought it was a good idea to do it in the first place, and she couldn't... she just didn't know how to respond. "Well... I forgive you," she began slowly after a few seconds of silence. "But it's just... it's too confusing at times Carson, I just don't know how I'm supposed to deal with all of this anymore. I just don't understand what you want," she told him with a light sigh, frowning thoughtfully.

[Frederick Orson]

Talking to people, ever since his childhood, had never been Fred's forte, and he figured it probably had a lot to do with his grandparents. Having decided to transfer all the hopes they'd had for his mom onto him, they'd tried to make him some sort of show puppet for them to bring around at dinner parties and gala events and all that bunch of crap those big families held every few months to play the 'I'm richer than you are' card, and since the spirit of rebellion had been into him since a very young age - with an absent father, a mother who ignored him and grandparents who only cared for their image and how they could make him improve it, he figured it made sense - it'd caused him to shut off and just stand there, not talking. Boy the many scoldings he'd gotten for it too, but somehow they'd never managed to really affect or break him. Maybe because he knew they didn't love him, and he didn't love them, so what they said was inconsequential.

No matter how useful that habit had proven to be during his childhood though, it'd stuck to him through his growing up, and it'd caught up with him in the meantime, making it basically impossible for him to make friends, or even know how to really. He'd grown up not caring about anyone but himself - not because he was full of himself, but because there'd been nobody else to do it - and it was hard to change that kind of mentality. And it also complicated matters when it came to girls. Then Tiffany had come along, and at first he'd really convinced himself that the reason he seeked her out was because her being upset amused him as opposed to wanting to get her attention, and slowly it'd allowed him to... change, maybe? He wasn't even sure, but he was willing to give the whole of this a try anyway. He smiled when he heard her answer to his question, not sure how she had even figured out he'd made the dress in the first place, but glad that she had. "Well, whoever it was, I'm sure they had no idea how amazing you would look in it," he told her.

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[Ava Dawson]

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Ava didn’t make a big deal out of prom. She saw it just as any other dance, but the only thing was going to make it special was going with Drake. It was still taking some time getting used to calling him her boyfriend, but that didn’t mean she didn’t like it. He had been a great friend, but as her boyfriend, he was amazing. Getting together with her best friend had been the best thing about this year. It bothered her that he wasn’t going to be a student here anymore when she’d return for her senior year. She didn’t know what his plans were and as much as she wish he’d stay in the are so she’d be able to see him, she couldn’t. It wasn’t her place. The decisions he’d make were only his and she wasn’t going to try and persuade him to do anything he didn’t want to just of her own selfish reasons. So, tonight was going to about the two of them, she was going to treasure every moment.

The cab ride had been nice as it took them to the hotel. They talked about random things, laughing and sharing a kiss or two. She remembered to look on his face when he picked her up. It was safe to say she had rendered him speechless because he hadn’t been able to get out any recognizable words until they actually got into the cab. It felt good to know that she had such an effect on him as he did on her because he didn’t look too bad looking himself. She sat up when the cab pulled up to the curb, waiting for Drake to climb out and taking his offered hand with smile as she stepped out carefully behind him, mindful of her dress. She let him lead her inside, his hand still holding hers and nodded at his comment on the decorations when she spotted the red carpet and ropes. It was more than she was used to seeing at Homecoming, which wasn’t very much.

"I know, I love it.” she replied as they made their way down the carpet.

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[Marissa Evans]

Marissa didn’t have the slightest idea what to expect from prom tonight. She was excited for one because well, it was prom and she didn’t think she would be attending the event until her Junior year here at Gordon Parks, but since Jared had been kind enough to invite her she was going to make the most of it. The dancing was probably what she was looking forward to the most and then there was the Bonfire, of course. She’d never been to one before, but she heard that it was a lot of fun so that was going to be a very interesting part of the night. She didn’t know how it worked out, but assumed that once everything died down at prom they’d head on over to the Bonfire for the after party of sorts. She was really glad Jared invited her. This was probably going to be the best night she’d ever had.

Well, she figured the dress had been a good pick seeing the way Jared openly stared at her when she walked up to him. She couldn’t help, but feel slightly self conscious. The dress had not been very easy to find and after the fourth store she had almost given up because to be honest shopping wasn’t her most favorite thing to do. "You think so?” she asked him with a smile, looking down at herself and blushing when he enforced his compliment, “Thanks, so do you.” she added, looking him over as he took her hand and slipped the corsage onto her wrist. She admired it for a few seconds, then looked at him when he asked if she was ready to dance the night away. Nodding her head again, she moved in close to pin the boutonniere onto his lapel, concentrating on it so she wouldn’t prick herself. “Oh yes, so I hope you’re ready.”

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[Drake Connelly]

Things had gone pretty amazingly this year, Drake had to say. Well, it hadn't really started out in the most amazing manner, considering the fact that he'd broken up with Rose less than two months after getting back to the Academy, but then it'd been a mutual thing where the both of them had known that was the point they were at in their relationship, and he hadn't felt overly upset over it. Then the realization that he liked Ava as more than a friend had come along, and though he really wouldn't have expected anything to happen with that, especially since he'd known that she liked Tanner and had felt a little sad over his going for that Isabelle girl. At the end of the day though, it was like everything had just fallen right into place with a perfect timing, and he was really happy to be able to call her his girlfriend, to take her out on date, to be close to her and kiss her whenever he wanted to.

And tonight just seemed like it would be the perfect conclusion to a very nice year, and well, in a way all of his years of high school. It was hard to believe he would soon be graduating, but he'd obviously now that it had to come at some point or another, and then it wasn't like he'd be going very far next year. He had yet to tell Ava, but he'd decided to go to the University of Missouri in Kansas City, though he would be living on campus and not in an apartment, but still, they'd get to see each other as much as they wanted. He hadn't really known where else to go anyway, so staying in KC has just seemed logical. Besides, home was only half an hour away, so it wasn't like his mom would despair over it. He smiled at Ava as he heard the comment she made as to the decoration, leading up the carpet with her and taking a look around the room as they entered, figuring he'd leave it up to his girlfriend to decide what she wanted to do first. "So, what do you feel like doing for now?" he asked her with a smile as he turned to look at her.

[Jared Greene]

Dancing wasn't exactly Jared's forte, or even something he was good at in the slightest, but he figured that it would be pretty lame for Marissa to have to sit around all evening, and then that wasn't why he'd invited her to prom either. He'd invited her because he wanted her to have a good time, and cheer her up too after her recent break up, though she didn't seem too beat up about it. He figured it probably had to do with the fact that she and Nolan had only dated for about three months or so, but still, three months was a lot in high school. He'd never even had a relationship that had lasted that long, though admittingly that could have to do with the fact that he'd never craved one very badly either. Anyway, she was still the main reason he'd come to prom in the first place, so that he could invite her and give her a night of fun and all of that, and so he knew that dancing would be involved somewhere in the equation, sooner or later.

He smiled as he watched her admire the corsage he'd slipped onto her wrist, figuring that it probably meant she liked it and so that he'd done a good job picking it - flowers weren't exactly something he was accustomed to getting, but when he'd gone to the florist shop, not knowing what her dress would look like, he'd figured that white would probably be a safe bet, and to be entirely honest he'd mostly left it up to the person who'd made the arrangement in the first place. He gave a playful groan when she responded to his comment that she hoped he was ready, chuckling lightly though as she pinned a boutonniere onto his lapel and smiling lightly as he offered his arm for her to take. "Well then, let the torture begin," he spoke teasingly, leading inside the hotel and up to the red carpet they'd placed on the floor, handing over the two tickets once they reached the door and making his way inside with her. "So, what do you think?" he asked her as he took in the appearance of the room before glancing down at her.

[Marisol Rivero]

Marisol was doing her best to figure out ways to enjoy herself right now. It was ridiculous that one event would be enough to ruin her prom night, really, especially considering the fact that she hadn't even really gotten to know Zoey that well, or at least not well enough to have completely fallen for her head over heels or whatever. Not that she blamed any of it on the younger girl, in spite of how willing some of her friends were to do that, Cheyenne especially. She couldn't blame her friends either, she knew they weren't reacting that way to be mean or anything like that, but all in all she just wished she'd be able to put the whole of it behind her and get it over with. It didn't help though that she couldn't help but remember all of it, and just how great it'd felt, so clearly - there had just been something in the way their lips had moved together, how well they'd fit, that made it hard, if not impossible, for her to forget it.

Thankfully, she did have good friends to rely on, and even though most of them would be coupled up tonight and she would steer clear of them for the most part because she didn't want to bother them, a few of them had told her that she should still come to see them at some point and it wouldn't be a bother or anything. She still wanted to allow them to get a start of the evening with their boyfriend or girlfriend though, looking around at the refreshment table and reaching for a chocolate covered strawberry, though she was distracted from eating it as she felt someone nearing her and turned around to see Cassidy, smiling at the younger girl as she gave her a hug which she gladly returned. "Thanks, you look amazing Cassi," she told her, nodding approvingly at her pick. "Is Logan still coming over to go to the bonfire with you?" she asked curiously, wondering idly why she'd come over so early though, even though she had told her she'd come to see her at some point, her eyes drifting to Zoey who sat alone at a table. "You should go back with her Cassidy, I'm fine, really," she told the singer with a smile. "Honestly. Gabe, Beth and Chey told me I could go bug them some time tonight, I won't be all by myself, promise."