“Really? That sounds great!” Becky beamed up at Bela. She sighed. ”Ugh, I am still so sorry about this whole thing. It’s so dumb. Is there anything I can do today to help?” She asked hopefully, bouncing on her heels again when she asked. She really wanted to make up for her blowup earlier, and she really, really wanted to help her friends if she could.
"It is, and I wish there was more we could do. I…don’t particularly have any ideas myself, but if you—" The warning bell rang, letting the students know they had only a few minutes left to get to their classes. Bela checked her bag to see if she had everything she needed, speaking as she did so. "—if you come up with anything, you have my number, right?"
Becky nodded. ”Good idea! We can come up with like, something fun to do this weekend or something! So everyone knows that we all like each other, even if this school is totally stupid. Ooh, what if we went to the water park in Kansas City this weekend, or something? Maybe taking a trip would be a good idea! Um, I mean, or if you guys wanted to do something else.” Becky blushed again, remembering that she was a lot younger than them, and maybe they didn’t mean for freshman to tag along.
"No, I think that sounds lovely!" Bela said. Noticing the sudden, crestfallen look on Becky’s face, she added, "Hey, I’m sure the others wouldn’t mind if you and your friends came along, you know." After all, they’d never really had a problem with it before, plus Becky and Sam and their friends were coming to the anti-prom anyway. She didn’t see what the big deal about them tagging along on a weekend trip would be. "If nothing else we can talk to Jo about it, how’s that sound?"
Becky tugged at the hem of her skirt apprehensively. She had been so outraged, she hadn’t even stopped to think that, possibly, students who were part of same sex couples might not wantpeople to cause an uproar about it. She felt a terrible, churning feeling in her stomach. Had she just done something awful? She’d meant to be an ally, but maybe she had been a jerk instead. She bit her lip.
“I’m really sorry,” She mumbled to the floor while Bela sent a text. Becky hoped Bela wasn’t angry with her. She’d have to be much more careful about her words and actions. How dumb of her to not even bother asking any of her friends how they felt before storming off to the principals office!
“Well…what do you think Dean and Cas will have to say about everything?” She asked, worried.
"No, it’s all right." She gave Becky a wan smile. "Don’t feel too bad. You were just trying to help, and that’s important."
As to the matter of the boys…. “I’m not quite sure, but I know they’ll be disappointed about it. Especially Castiel, I think. We just need to come up with an idea to keep them, er, occupied and not too downtrodden…if that makes sense,” she added, grin widening a little.
Becky shook her head. ”It’s not right!” She said emphatically, trying furiously not to cry about this. She did that, and it was so annoying! She cried when she was sad, but sometimes when she was really mad (or really happy) she tended to cry, too. She sighed. ”I don’t know why there’s not much we can do. I mean, ok, so talking to the principal didn’t work. But maybe if more of us did! Or if we started a petition or something! It’s discrimination, and it isn’t right!” Becky still felt incredibly riled up. She was glad Bela wasn’t upset, but that still didn’t make this ok.
“I’m glad you aren’t upset, though. You’re not, right?” Becky asked hurriedly, pushed a strand of hair behind her ear and blushing. She hoped she hadn’t offended Bela.
“Gosh, I don’t know what to do about the boys. Do you think they’re ok? Maddy told me that…” Becky lowered her voice. ”That Cas was going to ask Dean to prom. He doesn’t know about the Master Plan yet, obviously, and I think he got all into the idea when they went shopping.”
"You’re right, and I do agree, it’s just…honestly I don’t really know what we could do that would even work." Bela bit her lip nervously. She didn’t want to discourage Becky, not really, but…
"I’m more disappointed than upset, to tell you the truth. But it’s not really something I’m surprised about. I just…I’m more worried about Castiel and Dean than anything. I don’t want the surprise to be ruined, but at the same time, what else can we possibly do?"
Bela pulled out her phone and started texting Jo. Don’t know if you heard; the school banned same-sex couple from prom, not sure what to do about Dean and Cas and the whole plan.
“Bela!” Becky called back, relieved. She hurried over to where Bela was standing by her locker. ”I just came from the principals office, can you believethis? Seriously! And he would not budge on the topic, either! He wasn’t even taking me seriously because I’m a freshman, or because I’m dating Sam, or whatever! He actually said he had the students best interests at heart, or something stupid like that. Oh, whatever. Like your students best interests have anything to do with it when you’re telling them they can’t go to prom with whoever they want!” Becky folded her arms. ”I’m sorry for totally storming into the senior hall, but like…I’m so mad! How are you guys? Have you talked to Jo yet? And, oh my God, Dean and Cas!”
Becky was actually pretty sure Jo and Bela would be mad about the whole thing, like she was. But she also knew there was a chance that Dean or Castiel would be honestly hurt by it. She felt like her blood was boiling. She knew neither one of them would ever say anything, but Dean had always seemed like he kind of did care about his reputation, at least to Becky. This was like the schools way of saying, You aren’t cool enough to go to prom. And Castiel had had a terrible year so far. He didn’t need more drama on top of that!
"It’s no big deal, you can be here if you like," Bela told her. She shifted the strap of her bag where it had been cutting hard into her shoulder. "But no, it’s absurd. And I’m certainly offended by the rule, even if I’m not going to the prom itself. The whole thing is preposterous, but…"
She sighed. “Sadly, I don’t really believe that there’s very much we can do. I haven’t talked to any of them yet—Castiel and I had our last class together but we didn’t get a chance to discuss it. I may try to bring it up at lunch, or at least text Jo about it here in a bit.”
It was infuriating, to be sure, but Bela knew there wasn’t anything short of contacting the media about it or getting parents involved that would change their minds, and possibly not even then. Better to pick one’s battles wisely and know when not to fight. (And she pointedly ignored the tiny voice in the back of her head, the one that was whispering about how she was really just afraid it would give her parents more ammunition against her if they came back. But they wouldn’t come back, they had no reason to now…)
But Becky was right—Castiel and Dean still didn’t know about the anti-prom yet, and this could be a serious problem. “What do you propose we do about the boys, though?”
“But it’s completely unethical!” Becky cried, stamping her ballet flat against the floor of the principals office to make her point.
“Miss Rosen, this is for the safety of all of our students. And you’re a freshman, and from what I understand, in a relationship with a young man. This new rule hardly affects your life.”
Becky glared daggers. Hardly affected her life?! What kind of outrageous statement was that? She narrowed her eyes at the principal.
Twenty minutes earlier, she’d been sitting in homeroom, happily chatting with Chrissy about Taylor Swift’s newest collaboration song with B.o.B, when they’d all received announcement sheets for the day. Becky had skimmed it, not particularly interested in most of the contents, until arriving at one particularly alarming bullet point.
No same-sex couples would be permitted to attend prom together.
She was livid. It wasn’t because she was going to prom, or even because the same sex couples she knew who were old enough were planning on going, it was because everyone had the right to go to prom if they wanted to! And they had the right to go with the person they wanted to go with!
She had stormed to the principals office as soon as the bell rang, and had waited quite a while for him to see her. She imagined he thought she was going to go away, but that was certainly not happening.
“It affects my life because I think everyone has the right to be treated fairly.” She said, putting her hands on her hips. “It affects my life because I am a student at this school!”
“Miss Rosen, I assure you I have the students best interests in mind. Now please, you’re already late for class.” The principal held the door open for her. Becky stared, aghast. Was he actually kicking her out of his office for standing up for the rights of her fellow students?
She spun on her heel and stormed out, her mind racing. She would simply have to find some other way to help.
She stomped out into the hall. It was a passing period, so the halls were full of students. How were none of them down there, complaining too? She was suddenly really angry with them, too. How could none of them care? For the first time, Becky actively chose to skip class. She walked in the opposite direction of where she was supposed to go, towards the senior hall. She knew it was territory most freshman dare not go to, and she often didn’t, either. But she wanted to talk to one of her senior friends about this. She knew they would care.
Bela shoved her Latin textbooks into her locker with unnecessary force. It wasn’t that it would make a difference to her anyway, since she and Jo, and Dean and Castiel, weren’t even going to prom. But it was more the principle of the thing, really. What if there were others like them who didn’t have the chance of an anti-prom to go to? Or even if two girls wanted to go as just friends? It was completely unthinkable.
She slammed the locker shut and twisted the combination lock, trying not to let the anger well up inside of her. Not everything could be sunshine and roses all day, every day, and she knew that better than some, but dammit—! Bela thought about pulling out her phone and texting Jo or someone, just to have someone who she could vent with. Before she did, however, she noticed a familiar figure moving in her direction.
"Becky?" she called. What was the freshman girl doing over in the senior hallway? "Hey, Becky!"
Really exhausted today. I’m currently on my phone, because Jo texted earlier and said we were going to meet this afternoon about the anti-prom thing? So there’s that. (I still haven’t really gotten around to finding a dress or anything, though…)
Sorry for the extreme absence. I feel like I barely have the energy to get out of bed most days. Going to school is almost impossible, too, but somehow I manage it. I don’t know how it is that I manage to get things going well for once in my life and then all of the sudden…this…I don’t even know what it is, happens.
Bela…I’ve really missed you. Would you like to perhaps have lunch soon? We don’t have to talk about any of what’s been going on with you, but if you’d like, we can. You’re one of my best friends, Bela, and I will always be here for you if you need anything.
That would be lovely, actually. I…I do appreciate it. I’m sorry I’ve been distant and absent lately—I’ve had a lot on my mind. But yes, if we could have lunch and maybe talk, I’d definitely like that. And thank you, Castiel. I’ve missed you a lot too.
Sorry for the extreme absence. I feel like I barely have the energy to get out of bed most days. Going to school is almost impossible, too, but somehow I manage it. I don’t know how it is that I manage to get things going well for once in my life and then all of the sudden…this…I don’t even know what it is, happens.
“Hey, it’s okay,” Jo said, squeezing Bela’s hand back. “I know. And… well, I am good at this, so… I’m just gonna say how I feel. I like you. I’m really looking forward to going to our crazy prom with you, and I’d like for us to actually go on some other dates as well. If that’s something you’d like, then awesome. But if you don’t want to, or if you need some time, that’s cool too. I’ll still be your friend. It’s just… if you want more than friendship, then I’d like that too. I’d like that a lot.”
Jo felt less nervous now. Weird, how actually doing something daring made her feel less worried, like the thing she was actually scared of was not doing anything at all.
Bela looked at her, eyes wide. “I…” she said; she was almost afraid she’d lose her words again. “I really like you as well, and I feel like I’ve had too much time to think about this and if I think too much harder I’m afraid my head would explode.” She glanced down for a moment, then back up at Jo. “I—I think I’d like it a lot if we, ah…what I’m trying to say is, I want you to be my girlfriend.” Her heart was pounding so fast she could barely breathe as she said the words. She knew Jo wanted this too, now, and it was almost unbelievable that this was something she could have, might even get to have now.
“Yeah, same.” They were still holding hands. Jo wondered if she should say something, or if she should just leave it. Seriously though, why did she know so many people who kept all their feelings inside?
“I’m looking forward to the summer though. I was talking to Dean, and we thought that we should all plan some trips and stuff before everyone leaves for college.”
Jo bit her lip. They were at the top of the ferris wheel now, and even though they weren’t that high, the carnival seemed very far away. Jo looked at the lights for a moment, lost in thought.
“Also, we should really start planning our anti-prom. I was talking to Becky, and she thinks her friend Andy can get us a sound system. Now we just need to think about where we’re gonna have it.” She looked sideways at Bela. “We’re still going together, right?”
Real subtle, Jo.
"Yes!" Bela said quickly. "Of course, I mean—why wouldn’t we be?" Oh, god, this was just what she’d been afraid of. She squeezed Jo’s hand, a little nervously. "I’m sorry, I’m…I’m not good at this."
Bela looked out over the horizon line. She felt the words she wanted to say growing clumsy and unwieldy on her tongue, and didn’t know what to do about it, about any of it.
Jo grabbed hold of Bela’s hand, giving it a small squeeze. “Hey, thanks.”
She still wasn’t sure where they stood, but they’d held hands before, and Jo liked holding hands.
They climbed into the first available seat, and pulled the safety bar down. Jo kept hold of Bela’s hand as the ride started, slowly at first, so that other people could get on.
“So,” she said. “How have you been?”
Well, that was a lame conversation starter if ever there was one.
Bela smiled, not wanting to let go of Jo’s hand just quite yet. It felt nice, and comfortable, and she didn’t think it would be too presumptuous. And really, she thought, maybe Jo wanted her to be a little more…forward? Bela had never been one to wear her emotions all that obviously, but it didn’t mean she had none at all. And perhaps it would be good for her to try to push her comfort zone, just a little.
The ride started moving up higher, and Bela let out a half-laugh, half-gasping sound as it jolted just a little bit. “Oh, god!” she said. “I wasn’t expecting that!” She moved ever so slightly closer against the other girl, although admittedly there wasn’t much distance between them before anyway.
"I’ve been…busy. And, I guess…not really doing much of anything." She shrugged. "I’m just ready for graduation. You?"
Jo linked her arm through the other girl’s, and they set off into the crowd. She knew that Bela didn’t really like being around lots of other people, but she had an idea.
“I’ve missed you!” she said over the noise. “I can’t believe how busy we’ve all been lately. I said we’d go meet up with the others in about an hour and get something to eat, but I wanted to see you first. Hey, you’re not afraid of heights are you?”
When Bela shook her head, Jo grabbed hold of her hand and pulled her towards the ferris wheel. “It’s my favorite!” she said. You can see the whole town from the top! When we were little, me and Dean would go on together, and we’d start swinging the chair, and then when we got back down our moms would yell at us. Anyway, it’s quieter up there. We’ll actually be able to talk!”
Bela allowed herself to be pulled along, pleased that she and Jo would be able to get away from all the people and have a chance to talk. “That sounds like it was a lot of fun, though.”
She sometimes wished that she could have done things like that with people back home, but she’d never known anyone well enough for that. Always the outsider, but not so much anymore.
They reached the ferris wheel, and Bela reached for her purse to fish out her tickets that she’d gotten earlier. She glanced over at Jo, saying, “No, don’t worry, I’ve got it,” and handed their tickets over to the attendant.
Jo made no secret of the fact that she loved the carnival, and made a point of going every year when it was in town. She loved the lights and the obnoxious music, and the smell of cotton candy in the air. It was like being a kid again. She could remember being carried around on her dad’s shoulders, watching as he tried to win her a toy, riding with him on the carousel. She swallowed the pang that memories of her absentee father always brought up.
She’d got a ride in with Dean, squashed in the back with Sam and Becky, while Cas rode shotgun. Boyfriend’s prerogative, obviously.
Jo had texted Bela a few times to make sure that the other girl really was going to be there. They’d arranged to meet near the entrance, and Jo wanted to ensure that they didn’t miss each other. The carnival was always packed on the weekends.
She had’t been able to spend a lot of time with Bela lately, and she wasn’t entirely sure where they stood. She’d thought they were dating. But maybe they weren’t. She didn’t know, it was confusing.
She spotted Bela sanding by the ticket stand, her arms wrapped around herself. Jo waved goodbye to the others, saying she’d meet them later, and hurried over.
“Hey! I’m glad I found you!” She pulled Bela into a hug.
Bela stood outside the front entrance near the ticket stand, and she was most definitely not checking her phone every few minutes. She felt very separated from the laughing, chattering crowds of people around her; it was easier to handle when there were people she knew nearby.
In her mind, she went over the things that she had talked about with Becky the night before. The adrenaline was already starting to move through her system, and she could feel her heart beating faster. Ridiculous, perhaps, but…
She finally spotted Jo in the crowd, and she felt relieved, couldn’t help the grin that broke out on her face.
"Hey!" she said, hugging Jo tightly. "Good to see you!" And it was good—they hadn’t spent a great deal of time together recently, and Bela had felt a strange, constant ache in her chest from it. She wished she knew where they stood, although hopefully after tonight that would change.
“They totally did! I am so happy!” Becky nodded vigorously. ”But you definitely have to actually say the words, ‘Will you be my girlfriend?’ Those are very important words. And very romantic! Just tell her all of the stuff that makes her amazing, and all of the stuff that you like about her. Like, ok. What are some of your favorite things about Jo?” Becky asked.
"All right," Bela said, nodding. "My favorite things about her? Well…she was one of the first people to talk to me when I moved here, and she helped me meet people and not be a loner the whole time. She has a wonderful laugh, of course, and she’s absolutely gorgeous—and not just her looks, either. And…she just makes me happy. I can talk to her and she doesn’t make me talk about things that I don’t want to, and I feel like I’m safe with her, I suppose. When she told me she was going to NYU I..I didn’t want to lose her. And I was just so happy that I got accepted there too, and that way we could maybe still be together?" She laughed a little. "Silly, I know, but…" Bela shrugged. "There you are."
“Aww! Like, by using a Buffy quote? That is so adorable and perfect! See? You have so totally got this.” Becky smiled encouragingly. ”Now, Buffy is totally something we can work with! And it’s you and Jo, you know? I mean, it was so perfect with me and Sam because like, it was my thing, you know? But I think with you and Jo, subtle would be the way to go. Yes, subtle.” Becky nodded thoughtfully and twirled her hair around her finger. ”You could invite her over to your apartment, for example, and then you’d be really comfortable, because it’s a home setting, right? Which would probably make you less nervous!”
Bela nodded. “Yeah, it would. I mean, Mrs. Harvelle knows me—I stayed there for a while over…over the holidays.” Becky was right about needing to be subtle, for sure, although hopefully it would be enough to be…well. Obvious. “I mean, it sounds like things worked for you and Sam all right….”
“Oh, yes, I completely understand. It’s a very important thing, asking someone to be in a relationship with you. It should be totally perfect and romantic, you know? But perfect and romantic for the two of you! Like, ok. When Sam asked me to be his girlfriend, what he did was, he waited until it rained, because Taylor always sings about rain. And then when it did, he rode his bike over to my house, and threw pebbles at my window! And then he told me he liked me, and when I went outside, we kissed in the rain! It was the most romantic, fairytale thing ever, even more romantic than anything I have ever read, heard about or watched on t.v.! And what totally made it just perfect was that he totally thought about what would be romantic to me. I mean, wow! I still can’t believe he did that. He is so sweet.” Becky smiled at the thought of Sam and looked away shyly for a moment.
“But! My point is! Is there something that’s special to you and Jo? Like a place, or a song, or some type of food, or anything? That is always a great place to start!”
"Umm…" Bela trailed off, thinking for a moment. "Well, we do both like books? And we both like Buffy, too." She gave a small, sly grin. "That’s sort of how I asked her to prom. But yeah, I mean…I can’t really think of anything." And how disappointing was that? She felt her spirits sink at the thought of it.
“Oh!” Becky clasped her hands together. ”That is so romantic! Ooh, I really think you should do it! I know she’d say yes, she is so totally into you. But what did you need my advice about? How to do it? I mean, I have only ever been asked out once, but…I have listened to a lot of Taylor Swift songs, so I know a thing or two about romance!” Becky nodded sincerely and smiled. She clapped her hands. ”Bela, I am so happy for you! And for Jo! Oh, yay!”
Bela grinned sheepishly. “I’m—yeah, I’m pretty much clueless on how to even go about asking her.” She was pretty sure that her face was completely red just then, but it didn’t matter. She hoped that Becky could help her. Bela was likely to make a fool out of herself if she wasn’t careful. “But thank you. I just, I dunno, I just wish I knew what would be best? It took me forever to get up the courage to even ask her to prom, much less asking her to be my, y’know, girlfriend.”
Becky stumbled a little bit, she was so shocked. ”M-me? You want to ask me for advice?” She squeaked. She felt a little breathless. A senior— a totally cool, pretty, awesome senior like Bela— wanted her advice? She was totally blown away!
“Um, o-of course you can!” She stammered shyly. ”I mean, I will try to give you the best advice I can! What did you want to ask me?”
Becky couldn’t imagine what helpful input she could possibly give Bela, but she was so flattered. She tucked her hair behind her ears and nodded seriously. She was going to try her very, very best to be helpful.
"Well, I…" Bela took a deep breath. "I really want to ask Jo out—I mean, like, to be my—my girlfriend, you know, and you’re really the only one who seems like they might know what I should do…I mean, I can’t really ask Jo, and Cas a good friend but, I don’t know if he’d be the best person to ask, you know…?" She bit down on her lip nervously.
She had to get over this anxiousness and her complete inability to talk to just about anyone. And maybe this could be the start of a friendship between her and Becky. The younger girl was sweet, if a bit overenthusiastic at times, but it wasn’t really a bad thing. Bela envied her, really, for being able to feel so cheerful and happy all the time.
Becky nodded sagely, although really, she didn’t exactly know what Bela meant. Not exactly dating? Was that a thing? She supposed it could be. Probably a cool, senior thing. When you were a senior, you had all these emotional, dramatic, like-the-movies relationships. Well, at least Dean and Cas and now Jo and Bela did. Becky was really enjoying her fairytale with Sam, though. She wouldn’t trade it for anything. Still, she could at least pretend she got the whole thing. She didn’t want to look like a dumb kid.
“Oh, I don’t think so!” Becky said easily, waving her hand. ”I mean, I was just wondering. Loads of people wait to surprise their date with their dress, which is also totally awesome, in my opinion. At least, that’s what I read in the prom issue of Seventeen. I have never been to prom either, of course, since I’m only a freshman,” She sighed, “But I have read all about it in magazines, and books, and of course, seen prom movies!” She giggled.
“And duh, she totally talks about you! Just like, ‘Oh, Bela said the funniest thing, Bela would love this, Bela is so smart…’ you know, stuff like that! She talks about how awesome she thinks you are.”
"Oh, okay," Bela said with a sigh of relief. She hadn’t even thought about what she’d wear, much less if she would have to match with Jo. She was a bit glad to hear she hadn’t messed that up, at least. "I haven’t seen a lot of movies set in high schools—I’m more of a classic Hollywood films fan myself—but I have seen some."
Bela paused, not sure exactly how to ask Becky for help with the whole thing. Not even just prom, but—well, she may not have known Becky all that well at this point, but something told her that she was probably the best person to ask about what she ought to do about the whole relationship thing in general. Castiel was a good friend, but even though he and Dean were working out well—most of the time—she suspected that he wasn’t really the best person to go to about the whole “dating advice” thing.
She smiled a little, happy to hear that Jo talked about her to people. It was reassuring, in a way, that she wasn’t just putting up with Bela. Not that Bela thought Jo was the kind of person to do that, but she’d spent most of her life being wary about others. Old habits were hard to break.
“You are?” Becky gasped. She grabbed Bela’s arm without even thinking and jumped up and down a little. ”Oh my God, oh my God, yay! I totally thought you guys liked each other! I mean, because of like how you look at each other sometimes, and the way she talks about you, and— oh! Oh gosh, I did it again! I babbled! And I got super awkward, I am so sorry.” She let go of Bela’s arm and bit her lip shyly. ”I’m really, really sorry. Oh my God.” She ducked her head to hide how red her face was.
“But I am super happy for you! Both of you. You will be such a cute couple! Do you, um, do you know like, what kind of dress you might get? Or what kind of dress she might get? Or if you guys are going to match? Am I totally being rude right now?”
Bela felt a little overwhelmed, but it wasn’t as though Becky meant any harm by it. “No, don’t worry about it—you aren’t being rude, I promise.” She smiled. “But thanks. I mean, she does make me happy, and I—we aren’t dating, well not exactly, but…I dunno. Things are okay right now, I think.” I’ll take what I can get.
"I haven’t thought about what kind of dress I’d get, though—we hadn’t really talked about it. Should I have asked her?" A nervous ache started to grow in her stomach, like butterflies hyped up to eleven. "I don’t really know much about prom or anything…" Her voice was apologetic. "Wait. She—she talks about me?"
“You are? You do?!” Becky said eagerly, clasping her hands together. ”Oh, that’s so wonderful! You are so beautiful, Bela, I bet you will look like a princess in a prom dress!” Becky smiled sunnily and bobbed her head enthusiastically. ”I mean, you are always really, really beautiful, but in a gown, you would seriously look just like a princess.” She blushed and giggled. ”Sorry. I totally babble when I get nervous.” She blushed even brighter and covered her cheeks with her hands. Be cool, Becky! She commanded herself. You are talking to a senior!
She let her hands fall to her sides again and smoothed out her skirt. ”So…who are you going with? I mean, if it’s ok that I ask. If not, I am so sorry. Oh my God, I can be so nosy, I’m so sorry!” She nearly yelped, blushing again. She was making such a fool of herself!
"Well, I mean…thanks," Bela mumbled, feeling a little embarrassed, but also pleased at the compliments. "I don’t have a dress yet—I haven’t even started looking, really—but…thank you." She smiled and bit her lip, trying to fight off the stupid grin that threatened to show up. Bela didn’t usually trust compliments from people, but Becky was so sincere about everything. It was nice, really, to be around someone like that.
"And I’m, erm…I’m going with Jo," she added, speaking rapidly to avoid any more potential embarrassment. Not that she was embarrassed about going with Jo, not at all; more that she was embarrassed on her behalf for—stop it, Bela, she thought to herself. No more negativity. She was trying to stay away from that.
“Oh my God, things with me and Sam are so great!” Becky chirped, clapping her hands. ”He is like, the sweetest guy in the entire world. He totally researched Taylor Swift songs, because he knows Taylor Swift is my all time favorite musician and also one of my favorite people, and he keeps doing romantic things that he came up with based on her songs! It’s like…it’s like…it’s like I am living in a fairytale!” Becky practically squealed, hopping a bit in place. ”I only wish we didn’t have to wait so long to go to prom. I mean, prom is like, super fairytale-like, for high school students, anyway! Sparkly, poofy dresses, and flowers, and dancing the night away…!” Becky sighed dreamily. ”Are you going to prom, Bela?”
Bela wasn’t quite sure what the appeal of Taylor Swift was, but everyone had their preferences. Although Sam sounded like a pretty sappy romantic, if he did all that, but at least it made Becky happy.
As for prom… “I’m…sort of going?” Bela said, not sure if she was able to tell Becky about the anti-prom. She rubbed at the back of her neck. “It’s a bit…complicated, but I do have a date.” Not that she’d really understood why prom was such a big deal, though. Once again she felt completely out of the loop. At least with the anti-prom it just sounded like a small party and not as many people. Bela couldn’t stand crowds at the best of times.
“I think it’s the weather!” Becky said brightly as she caught up to Bela tugging out her earbuds and draping them around her shoulders. ”It’s like, practically summer out here! How could I not be in a great mood?” She beamed up at Bela.
“Anyway, how are you? Are you enjoying the weather, too? Hey, have you seen Jo lately? Oh my God!” Becky slapped her hand over her mouth and blushed. ”I’m so sorry, you were totally enjoying your peaceful walk and I was all, ‘Hi, what’s up?’ I totally didn’t mean to be so intrusive!” Becky babbled. She babbled when she was nervous.
Bela couldn’t help the laugh that came out of her mouth. It wasn’t meant in a spiteful way; Becky was just so…exuberant. It was a bit infectious, really.
"No, I agree, it’s lovely out here," she said, grinning. "And no, unfortunately Jo and I both have been…busy." She looked away, tugging at her blouse, the smile fading a little. It was a problem of hers, that she had a hard time keeping people around. Or rather, people had a hard time sticking around her. "But you know, it’s not a big deal—I’m sure we’ll have time after school gets out."
They started to walk along the path, surprisingly not running into all that many people. “So how are things with you and Sam?” Bela asked.
Becky was thoroughly enjoying the warm, springy weather outside lately. It was practically summer weather, really, which she was totally into. She used the occasion to wear her favorite sundress— the one with the multi-colored cupcakes on it!— and take a little stroll in the park, just her and her iPod. Sam was super busy with schoolwork this afternoon, and although Becky missed him, she was definitely not going to pass up such a great opportunity to enjoy the awesome weather.
She had just pressed play on Our Song— was there anything that said Summer In Lawrence to Becky like Taylor Swift’s first CD? Answer, of course not!— and started down a path when she caught sight of Bela, a girl she knew from school, who was pretty good friends with Jo (well, maybe more than pretty good friends!) and also with Dean and Castiel.
“Bela! Hi!” Becky called, hopping up and down a little and waving animatedly. She totally couldn’t help it. She was enthusiastic anyway, and this weather just put her mood into totally over-the-top exuberant!
Bela turned around to see a somewhat familiar-looking girl bouncing on her toes and grinning wide. It took Bela a moment to place where she’d seen her before.
"Oh, hello—Becky," she added quickly, belatedly remembering the girl’s name. She couldn’t quite blame Becky for being in such a good mood. It was a lovely day, after all, and Bela hadn’t been able to pass up the opportunity to come to the park near her apartment complex and enjoy the weather.
Bela smiled at the younger girl, waiting for her to catch up. “You certainly seem to be happy today,” she remarked.
I’ve been spending so much time at the library lately. I got a text this morning from Jo asking me if I was still alive—pretty sure she was joking, though. But I like having something to do with myself instead of just sitting at home and watching movies and television when I’m not in school or doing homework or sleeping. Everyone else has been so busy lately. I feel a bit out of the loop on things, to be honest, so it’s nice to have something to occupy my time and help out a friend as well.
Anyway, I think that when the librarians start to know the name of your cat it says you’ve been at the library much too long. I think I’ll go walking this afternoon, might do me some good.
I believe that Dean likes that show, as well, though I’m not quite sure I understand what it’s about. I’m glad you had a nice weekend, though.
I am alright. It’s very good to have Anna back. And Dean’s tried to teach me to drive, but I don’t think I was a very good student…
Well, I’m not sure it’d be your thing, but that’s all right. I’m glad to hear things are going well for you and Anna and Dean. And don’t worry about being bad at driving right now. You’re just learning. I’m sure you’ll get better!
Also, regarding what we talked about a few weeks ago, I’m still looking into it.