Prom 2011

[Cassidy Grayson]

Cassidy didn't want to take sides in this story, but she was honestly having a bit of a hard time. Still, she was just as good of friends with Zoey as she was with Marisol, even though she couldn't really approve of her actions at the moment - sure, Marisol was the one to have initiated the kiss, but it had lasted a good five minutes or so before Zoey had brought herself to pull away, and there had been tongues involved even. And now, Marisol was left feeling like crap over it whereas Zoey did her best to pretend it had never happened and just went on with life. She figured the musician probably had her reasons to act the way she did, so she didn't push too much. After all, she knew very well that the other girl worked by contrary, and the more she pushed, the longer it'd take her to do something about it. She still had many doubts about Zoey'd true sexual orientation though, and if this problem went deeper than just curiosity.

She pushed those thoughts out of her mind for the moment though, grinning at Marisol as she returned the compliment as to her appearance and nodding when she asked if Logan was coming over to the bonfire with her. "You bet he is, I told him I was letting him off the hook for prom, but he's gotta sex me on the beach," she said a bit teasingly, noticing that the other girl's eyes were no longer on her though, and sighing a bit when she heard what Marisol said next. "Marisol, I told you I'd spend some time with you tonight and I plan on doing just that. Besides, if she's old enough to decide she'd still rather ignore you than join in the fun and come over to talk with us, she's old enough to stay by herself for a few minutes," she said with a light shrug, though she rolled her eyes a bit when she noticed the look the older girl was giving her and huffed lightly. "Fine, but I still expect to get to spend some time with you tonight. This is your last prom, I'm not missing the whole of it," she warned her, giving her another hug. "You're too nice for your own good Marisol. You deserve to be happier than this," she told her gently before letting go of her, giving a light smile and making her way back to the table she'd left Zoey sitting at.

[Carson Medawar]

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[Zoey Hundt]

It was pretty easy to see that Zoey wasn't exactly thrilled with what Cassidy had to say or the fact that she then went off to go and join Marisol. Honestly, like all of this was her fault or something. She was avoiding Marisol because she didn't want to talk about what had happened and because it was awkward to even think about being around the other girl. When things got a little hot and heavy between two people, she couldn't be blamed for the fact that it'd be tense to be around her. So, she turned her attention away from whatever Cassidy and Marisol were talking about and up to the silent movies that were showing. Well, had she known that this was what prom was going to be like she might have skipped out on it all together. She was tired of even thinking about what had happened, why did everyone feel the need to keep bringing it up or something?

She stayed at the table unhappily watching the movies until Cassidy came back and even then she wasn't too happy. She didn't like feeling forced into things and she didn't like people pushing her to try and do what they believed was the right thing and she felt very pushed right now. Which was why it wasn't for a few more minutes that she started to actually consider the idea of maybe going up to apologize to Marisol. The problem was, even if she did apologize to her, she didn't really want to be hanging out with her all night either because that'd still be too awkward. Sighing, she turned to Cassidy. "I might go apologize, but I don't want to hang out with her tonight either," she said. "It's still too weird for it and it'd make her prom suck and my prom suck and I don't see the point in ruining things by being around someone you aren't comfortable with for an extended period of time."

[Tiffany James]

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Tiffany was slightly surprised at the way that the conversation was progressing, not like anything that she'd expected when she'd first come over to thank him for the dress. She'd been expecting him to accept her apology, maybe for the two of them to agree to come to some sort of a truce and to just move on with her life. She couldn't have expected for them to actually keep speaking longer than that, or for the two of them to joke around about events like they were possibly friends or something. Somehow it felt right though, more right than she would have thought considering that it was Fred that she was talking about here. Yet, he actually looked kinda nice when he smiled and the teasing tone to his voice fit in well in a way that she would have never guessed it because he didn't really seem like the type that would ever have anything to tease about or anyone to even tease with - maybe that was the problem though.

Whatever the problem was or wasn't, she figured that giving Fred a chance wasn't going to hurt anything or anyone. She smiled slightly as he complimented her again about how she looked in the dress, finding herself a tad flattered by the compliments that he gave her. It wasn't like she hadn't known how nice she looked, it just felt good to hear someone else say it. More importantly, it felt good to hear Fred say it, almost like it was better to hear him say it than it might have been had someone else said so. "I think it probably has something to do with how amazing the dress itself is," she answered. "Helps make the person in it look all the better." She glanced at the empty table that they were standing in front of. "So, are we planning on talking standing up for this time or are we going to take a seat sometime? Cause I have to say that my heels aren't the most comfortable in the entire world," she said, lifting up the dress slightly to show them off.

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[Stephanie Medawar]

Stephanie didn't mean to blame the whole of the complicated situation on Carson, but still, he did confuse her and she needed to know just why he acted the way he did. Or more like she needed him to tell her rather than just hear it from other people and never be sure if they were right or just thought they knew the reason why and shared it anyway. She liked Carson, and she wanted him as more than a friend, but there were just so many things that could easily complicate that kind of a relationship that she wasn't sure at times if it was even worth losing his friendship to give it a try. However, as it was, their friendship was pretty effectively ruined, or at least made awkward for a long time. She still didn't know how they could really even date in a way that would work out though, considering the fact that he was headed off to college soon, and then their views of dating and relationships were so different that it made her wonder if they'd manage to adjust.

At this point though, it kinda felt like not trying would be worse than giving it a try and failing. She wanted to know what it was like to be his girlfriend, to go out on dates with him and get close to him, cuddle with him, kiss him... she couldn't even count the number of times she'd thought about doing all of that this year, wishing there was a way to make it happen all the while. All forms of thoughts escaped her mind though once he spoke again and took a step closer, goosebumps forming on her skin as his fingers moved to run against her jaw in a light fashion, her breath getting stuck in her throat slightly as she looked back at him, shivers coursing her body both from his words and how close he was.When she heard what he said last though, her knees weakened slightly, biting down on her bottom lip lightly as she tried to speak, finding herself unable to make any kind of sound though, giving a light nod and hoping he would know what to make of it.

[Cassidy Grayson]

Cassidy wasn't surprised to find Zoey basically sulking once she got back to the table, but she figured the best thing to do at this point would be to ignore it. It was a bit aggravating at times though, how the other girl sometimes acted almost as though she was a victim in the whole of the situation, and that was what got to her the most. She didn't blame her for any of it - no matter what her reasons had been for returning the kiss and then running away, they were her reasons, and as long as she didn't come to term with them, there was nothing she could do about it. She couldn't blame her for feeling uncomfortable and awkward at the idea of talking with Marisol after all that had happened either, and nobody was telling her to go and become best friends with the senior. In the light of all of that, however, Zoey was not a victim, nor did she really feel sorry for her for all that had happened.

She maintained that there was only so much you could do with someone that went along with reflexes, and knowing how the most of the evening had unfolded, it was very hard to believe that, had Zoey really not wanted what had happened, she would have seen it coming and stopped it before Marisol kissed her. The way she was reacting to the whole story was affecting someone else though, and she didn't even seem to realize just how badly and guilty the senior girl felt over the whole happening. "You know Zoey, at times I wonder who you're trying to justify yourself for," Cassidy spoke once the musician was done talking, shaking her head a bit. "Nobody's telling you to form a lifelong friendship with her, nobody even hinted at spending the evening with her tonight. The only reason I want you to talk to her is because she's my friend too, and I would really love it if she could stop feeling like shit over this whole happening, and since none of her friends have managed to convince her that she didn't force herself on you, it'd be really nice of you to give it a try."

[Frederick Orson]

Fred hadn't really expected everything to feel so natural once he got to talking to Tiffany. Actually, he hadn't really expected anything in the first place, not sure if she'd come to talk to him at all, and when she had, he'd figured she'd probably just go back to hang out with the people she'd come with - whom he'd have to thank, or else she wouldn't even have been here. As it'd turned out, he'd expected wrong though, because they were currently talking and he was having a pretty good time with it. Tiffy really did seem like a pretty interesting girl to him, and he wouldn't mind getting to know more about her for once - he liked being able to have a conversation with her that wouldn't inevitably end up with either of them walking off or anything like that. And then, he figured that if she wasn't bored with him by the end of the evening, maybe he'd go to the bonfire and they could talk some more there. It'd be a lot quieter, that was for sure.

He smiled at her as she responded to the compliment he'd given her, shrugging a bit as she said it probably had to do with how amazing the dress itself was. "Well, after three years of intensive classes, one might hope I would have learned something," he said with a slight grin, following her glance as she turned to look at the table he'd been sitting at before she'd come along to thank him for the dress. He chuckled a bit though when he heard what she said next, glancing down at her feet as she lifted up the dress slightly so that she could show off her shoes, almost wishing he'd made the dress a bit shorter as it was, but he restrained himself from making any sort of comment as he glanced back up at her and nodded slightly. "Sitting does sound like a good idea," he said, moving slightly so that he could sit down as she did the same. Really, this evening was bound to be a lot more interesting than he'd expected it to.

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[Carson Medawar]

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[Zoey Hundt]

Zoey did feel like a lot of the blame for Marisol's unhappiness was falling on her. Yes, she knew that she deserved part of it, but she wasn't sure that she deserved all that was given. After all, she wasn't the only one at fault in this situation, so why should she be the one who everyone was upset with? It didn't make sense to her and she didn't like the feeling that most people, including Cassidy, didn't at all seem to be supportive of the fact that she just didn't want to deal with this. Wasn't there anything in their lives that they'd ever not wanted to deal with? She was sure that there had to be, it was just that they hadn't gotten judged so much for it. Hadn't that Olivia girl gotten hurt by Marisol's actions? No one had been bugging her to go make her feel better.

Despite all that, she didn't like the idea of her feeling so bad over this. And the idea that the girl thought she forced herself on her wasn't that fun either, since it wasn't technically true. Still, the idea of going to talk to her was awkward and she felt a twist in her stomach at the thought of having to do it. The idea actually making her uncomfortable. Yet, she was fairly sure that if she didn't go and do it, Cassidy would look down on her for the remainder of the evening and because there was that guilt knowing that she thought she'd forced herself on her. Sometimes she felt that Cassidy was more caring about how Marisol felt than how she felt herself though, because this whole encounter could possibly leave her evening bad. "I wasn't justifying, I thought you might care what I think," she muttered. Still, she stood up and with a bit of uncertainty, made her way over to Marisol. "Hi," she said, trying to ignore the awkward feeling she had in her. "Could we talk for a minute?"

[Stephanie Medawar]

At this point, complications were no longer in Stephanie's mind, and she really couldn't care less about all the things that had kept her from thinking a relationship with Carson might work. It didn't matter that he'd be graduating in less than a month, and that he'd be off to a college in California when next year came around. Nor did it matter that, for the whole year, she'd felt they could never work as a couple because he didn't really believe in long lasting relationships, or even love for that matter. She figured that maybe... maybe she could show him different. She didn't want to change him, of course, she liked Carson and she liked him the way he was, and besides it was basically impossible to change someone, but she wanted to try and make him see that it was possible for two people to stay together for a long period of time, and to still be happy and be in love with one another.

Even all of that, however, didn't even matter to her right now. The only thing that did matter was how close he was to her, and the fact that he'd just asked for the permission to kiss her, which she was more than willing to give. And as his face moved even closer to her own, her knees buckled slightly, forcing her to reach up and lightly wrap her arms around his shoulders as his lips finally met her own, a shiver coursing through her entire body as he kissed her. She didn't have much experience when it came to kissing - actually, she had none, aside from a peck a boy had given her in kindergarten, which had made her run away crying - but there was no doubt that this felt incredible. She returned the kiss just as softly, trying to go along with it as best as she could as her arms wrapped a bit tighter around his neck, pulling herself a tad closer. It almost felt as if she'd waited all year long for this very moment to happen.

[Marisol Rivero]

Marisol obviously wasn't overly happy with the fact that most of her friends seemed to be getting on Zoey's case a lot for what had happened. Cheyenne was the worse, but she figured that was to be expected since the two girls hadn't really been friends to begin with and so she didn't have any sort of confliction emotions, like Cassidy for example. Personally, she blamed nobody but herself as to what had happened. She was the one who'd kissed the younger girl without knowing whether she was interested in her, or even in girls at all, and even if she'd responded to the kiss for a little bit, it really didn't mean much to her. She'd kissed a couple of boys before after all, before she'd entirely realized that it was no use and she didn't want to be with a guy, and she figured that if anything, Zoey had probably just been curious about what it felt like to be with a girl, but then she'd felt awkward and uncomfortable with the result and she hadn't wanted to talk about it.

Still, none of it would have happened if she hadn't forced herself on the other girl, and whether she'd enjoyed it and responded or not, it didn't change matters. It was done and over with anyway, so what was the point on dwelling on it? She just wished others would see it that way and stop bugging the musician with it. She sighed a bit and took a bite of the chocolate covered strawberry she'd picked up earlier, practically choking on it though as she jumped a bit of surprise once she heard someone speak behind her, coughing a little as her hand moved up to cover her mouth slightly, turning around to see Zoey standing in front of her. Well... it would seem that Cassidy had gotten to her. She threw the remainder of the strawberry in the trash can as she gave a light wave to greet Zoey back, still coughing lightly, though she nodded when the younger girl then ask if they could talk. "Sure," she said, not missing how awkward she seemed to be but figuring that was to be expected.

[Ava Dawson]

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Ava found that there wasn’t anything in particular she wanted to do right now. Of course, dancing was always the main thing, but she liked more of the slower dances than anything. It gave her chance to get close to her boyfriend for once. Admittedly, they hadn’t done much since the Sadie Hawkins dance and she as okay with that. They both agreed to take things slow for now. Being best friends first, she knew his view on relationships and how he wanted that intimate part of it to be special and not something just tossed around just because they were a couple. Ava herself was innocent in that aspect too so she didn’t think she was missing out on anything great just yet despite the fact that her younger cousin had indulged her in a few experiences with her about her own boyfriend, telling her just how amazing it was seeing as she had unintentionally walked in on them while they were in the process of getting it on in the bathroom.

She didn’t know when she’d be ready for that next step, but she was going to wait to just where everything went before she even thought about it. They’d never really got to the point of getting hot and heavy seeing to be very conscious of their limitations even though she spent a lot of her time in his dorm because of a certain roommate who she hated beyond comprehension. Ava didn’t really hate anyone, but Daren was the only exception and it seemed like a curse to be put in the same quarters as her. There were times when she really wanted to strangle that girl for the whole ordeal despite the fact that she hadn’t even been attending when it all happened. Ava looked around the room for a moment, glancing over her schoolmates who were already inside before looking back at Drake,

“Well, if you‘re up for dancing, you get to hold me as close as you want.” she teased.

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[Marissa Evans]

Marissa didn’t think that Jared was one for dances and was pretty sure that if it wasn‘t for her, he probably wouldn‘t be here, so it felt nice that he was willing to suffer through this for her. And he was only in for more suffering seeing as she knew for a fact he didn’t like to dance or maybe it was because he wasn’t so good at it. Either way thought, he was getting on that dance floor one way or another, whether he liked it or not. Of course, he was a lot stronger than she was so that was a slight disadvantage because he didn’t think she could physically drag him, but if he didn’t want to dance there was always the option of finding another partner. There were a few brave guys who came stag in hopes of getting together with a single girl. However, that wouldn’t look too good; her going off with a random guy over the guy who invited her to prom because her ex recently broke up with her. Oh yeah, that wouldn’t ever make it on the gossip column.

Referring to Nolan as an ex boyfriend felt really strange to say because even if they did go out for a good three months, give or take a few days. It wasn’t like they broke up on bad terms or anything like that, they were still really good friends even if it was in the slightly awkward stage at the moment. But, it didn’t mean he hurt her any less. He had been her first boyfriend after all. She hadn’t really gone out all that much after the break, occupying herself with school work so this dance was something she needed. She looped her arm though Jared’s offered one as they made their way inside and up the red carpet that ran through the hotel lobby. Marissa waited as he handed over two tickets and followed him inside. “Wow,” she breathed, looking around the room at the extensive amount of decorations. “I think it looks amazing,” she sighed in reply to his question of what she thought.

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[Carson Medawar]

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[Zoey Hundt]

The way that Marisol practically choked on something, it looked to be a chocolate covered strawberry, when she walked up seemed like just another sign from the Universe that this wasn't bound to be as good of a thing as other people were trying to make it out to be. So she told the other girl that she didn't force herself on her, what good was really going to come out of that knowledge? Would it really make Marisol feel all the better to know that when it changed nothing - or at least, it changed nothing of the result or the situation between the two of them. Either way, if Cassidy was so sure it would be the key to the other girl's happiness she figured that she had to at least give it a try. Not that it wasn't awkward even just standing here and asking to talk, who knew what it'd be like once they actually started talking. Or well, once she started talking.

She gave a slightly awkward nod once Marisol agreed that they could talk and tried to figure out how she was even supposed to start this without jumping directly to the point or without seeming like she was forced over here by Cassidy or whatever. "Look, Marisol about the whole... yeah," she started, not even able to bring herself to say what had happened. She hated thinking about it and it was bad enough in her own mind, saying it aloud seemed to make it all the worse, seemed to make it all the more real. "I wanted you to know that I was sorry about it. I should have told you or something instead of running away at the end, but it just wasn't... I was curious was all and that's why it took me so long to pull away. I guess I was just so caught up thinking about me that I forgot you were involved too, when I ran away. But I knew what you were going to do, I chose not to stop you. So, I'm sorry for that."