They were mushing the soles of their overpriced black souls of their shoes against the car mat. Tim was somehow managing the wheel from between the sweaty palms of his weak hands. Darren was fixing his hair front against the cold lush loads of wind. Both were perfectly aware of the cold crisp vapors trespassing their sleeves and their mouths. It was somehow crushed between their molars and swayed with one more dose of their worried warm breath. They were also perfectly conscious about the dark jelly roads the car was slicing through. With every twist and ominous turn, the wheels shafted along the crumbly sands and stones. All left behind the track was a darker expectation of a prom date yet to be found.
It was all they could think about while driving down the road. The far shimmering lights were louder and more honestly expressed with such devious coordination with the dusty gas pedal. Both knew they should've ditched the event, or at least tried their luck with Lisa McCrooger. The girl was in the bag. No competition whatsoever. But it was too late now. Tim's nervous driving was rendering the Black Jeep more unstable.
Just when the laughing buzz from within the ball room became more vividly recognizable, Darren flashed his hairs and kicked back against the seat. His head held the breath. There was not a chance for this night to be passed more acceptably.
The radio voice was suddenly spotted to be calmly murmuring over fair intervals interrupted by the tuning hush. Both eyes were staggering at the thing. They could swear neither touched the board. However, neither of the two uttered a comment of any sort; it was too useless of a subject. Besides, such a bad night can't be exacerbated with evident hallucinations at its adolescence. It just can't. Thoughts weren't given much time to frolic in their confused compact skulls. Just as they raised their heads, they spotted a graceful young stroke aside the streets ahead. It was a new one. Her long straight black hair was flushing against the breeze. She threw her purplish simple dress on her and mounted a pair of matching heels. Not that she needed any; she was gracefully tall. She shook her small rectangular black purse along her right side, too. All too perfect. As they drove ahead, her face became more observable. Those big dark eyes. That small nose and cherry mouth. The high cheek bones. The pale skin. Tim slowed down just ahead of her where Darren initiated the chat. Luckily, she was not as haughty as anticipated and smiled back. Odd. But then it was more advantageous, and the chances of interacting were seemingly multiplying.
"Can I know your name?" asked Darren. She smiled more conservatively as her eyes got darker and bigger, beautifully bigger. "Lavender. It's Lavender." she replied. The wheel was slightly rolling as the conversation stretched a bit longer. "Please tell me your going to the prom", he humorously added. " I am", she conveyed after a couple of silent steps. "Well, can we give you a ride?", Darren popped as Tim held the vehicle in place. And without a linguistic response, she held to the back door opened and got in. That was weird. How confident of her. But it wasn't of such significance. They now had a date-ish. There was still one girl for the two. But, hey, those who share underwears can manage to share a date. They were already wearing matching black and white tuxs. Tim's tie was bluish while Darren's was green. But still. No biggy.
It was a silent ride from then.
Once the car met the last turn, lights from within the hall were already flashing on the windshields. The guys suddenly fell dependent on the music to break the ice. And it actually went well. Dancing was weird. The punch was fresh. The talks peeled along the night from the rusty formalities to sharing childhood stories. It was so lovely. So unexpected.
The night peeked a bit after midnight. More punch. More dance. More laughs. More Lavender.
Then, loud music was tamed to classics as laughs turned into sighs.
At around 2 am, the bristling winds squeaked past the necks of the three as they punctured the hall's door opened to call the night over. They got up in the car, as seated before. The engine gurgled to start.
Darren wanted to drive, though. But he was disappointed; he wasn't sober.
Along the ride, the street lights were striking the inside rhythmically, and that was all the fuss. Silence was overwhelming again. All fake coughs to ignite a chit-chat were destined to fail. Then, Darren retained his chutzpah and asked, "So, where do you live? You know, so we could drop you off." However, her firm looks were interrupted by the radio turning on again, same volume, same voice, for no reason. Lavender loudly gasped and asked Tim to drop her off. "But it's nowhere!", Tim declared as he slowed the Jeep down. Lavender was not ready to discuss and opened the back door. She just jumped out to the asphalt and halted. Just like that. No goodnight wishes. No sweet dreams.
Tim stepped back against the gas pedal conventionally, still unable to fully grasp what just happened. Five yards later, he spotted from his drivers middle mirror the black purse in the back seat. He stopped the car and threw his top from the window. He called with a full foggy breath to Lavender: "You forgot your.." But no one was there. Not a shade. Not a sound other than the bristling leaves of nearby apple trees. The night was already blurry with the morning mist forming. Tim was freaking out with his fast breaths drowning the question marks. The shivering broken vocals turned towards Darren who was busy reeling in his seat. All tension was put into the gas pedal one more time. The place was not logical anymore. Nothing made sense anymore.
It was all they could think about while driving down the road. The far shimmering lights were louder and more honestly expressed with such devious coordination with the dusty gas pedal. Both knew they should've ditched the event, or at least tried their luck with Lisa McCrooger. The girl was in the bag. No competition whatsoever. But it was too late now. Tim's nervous driving was rendering the Black Jeep more unstable.
Just when the laughing buzz from within the ball room became more vividly recognizable, Darren flashed his hairs and kicked back against the seat. His head held the breath. There was not a chance for this night to be passed more acceptably.
The radio voice was suddenly spotted to be calmly murmuring over fair intervals interrupted by the tuning hush. Both eyes were staggering at the thing. They could swear neither touched the board. However, neither of the two uttered a comment of any sort; it was too useless of a subject. Besides, such a bad night can't be exacerbated with evident hallucinations at its adolescence. It just can't. Thoughts weren't given much time to frolic in their confused compact skulls. Just as they raised their heads, they spotted a graceful young stroke aside the streets ahead. It was a new one. Her long straight black hair was flushing against the breeze. She threw her purplish simple dress on her and mounted a pair of matching heels. Not that she needed any; she was gracefully tall. She shook her small rectangular black purse along her right side, too. All too perfect. As they drove ahead, her face became more observable. Those big dark eyes. That small nose and cherry mouth. The high cheek bones. The pale skin. Tim slowed down just ahead of her where Darren initiated the chat. Luckily, she was not as haughty as anticipated and smiled back. Odd. But then it was more advantageous, and the chances of interacting were seemingly multiplying.
"Can I know your name?" asked Darren. She smiled more conservatively as her eyes got darker and bigger, beautifully bigger. "Lavender. It's Lavender." she replied. The wheel was slightly rolling as the conversation stretched a bit longer. "Please tell me your going to the prom", he humorously added. " I am", she conveyed after a couple of silent steps. "Well, can we give you a ride?", Darren popped as Tim held the vehicle in place. And without a linguistic response, she held to the back door opened and got in. That was weird. How confident of her. But it wasn't of such significance. They now had a date-ish. There was still one girl for the two. But, hey, those who share underwears can manage to share a date. They were already wearing matching black and white tuxs. Tim's tie was bluish while Darren's was green. But still. No biggy.
It was a silent ride from then.
Once the car met the last turn, lights from within the hall were already flashing on the windshields. The guys suddenly fell dependent on the music to break the ice. And it actually went well. Dancing was weird. The punch was fresh. The talks peeled along the night from the rusty formalities to sharing childhood stories. It was so lovely. So unexpected.
The night peeked a bit after midnight. More punch. More dance. More laughs. More Lavender.
Then, loud music was tamed to classics as laughs turned into sighs.
At around 2 am, the bristling winds squeaked past the necks of the three as they punctured the hall's door opened to call the night over. They got up in the car, as seated before. The engine gurgled to start.
Darren wanted to drive, though. But he was disappointed; he wasn't sober.
Along the ride, the street lights were striking the inside rhythmically, and that was all the fuss. Silence was overwhelming again. All fake coughs to ignite a chit-chat were destined to fail. Then, Darren retained his chutzpah and asked, "So, where do you live? You know, so we could drop you off." However, her firm looks were interrupted by the radio turning on again, same volume, same voice, for no reason. Lavender loudly gasped and asked Tim to drop her off. "But it's nowhere!", Tim declared as he slowed the Jeep down. Lavender was not ready to discuss and opened the back door. She just jumped out to the asphalt and halted. Just like that. No goodnight wishes. No sweet dreams.
Tim stepped back against the gas pedal conventionally, still unable to fully grasp what just happened. Five yards later, he spotted from his drivers middle mirror the black purse in the back seat. He stopped the car and threw his top from the window. He called with a full foggy breath to Lavender: "You forgot your.." But no one was there. Not a shade. Not a sound other than the bristling leaves of nearby apple trees. The night was already blurry with the morning mist forming. Tim was freaking out with his fast breaths drowning the question marks. The shivering broken vocals turned towards Darren who was busy reeling in his seat. All tension was put into the gas pedal one more time. The place was not logical anymore. Nothing made sense anymore.
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