Courtney's Going To Prom

13~A New Day

The walls are covered in pictures of a boy with his friends. Trophy shelves from countless tournaments line the room. Bookcases with footballs and even more trophies. A heather grey comforter is lazily thrown across the bed with red sheets and pillow cases. On top of the comforter lay Carson and I. My head rested on top of his chest, his hand stroking my amber hair. Good Luck Charlie played on the tv because both of us have the mental age of five year olds. Being alone in Carson's presence is something that hasn't happened yet in our relationship. Before I could register it was happening, I was slipping off into dreamland. Everything about where I am right now is absolutely perfect. The cheesy laugh track from the tv, the comforting smell of Carson beneath me, the feeling of my lovers fingers softly raking through my hair. But, before I could relax, my phone began buzzing on the bedside table. The two of us groaned in unison and Carson handed me my phone. It's Emma.

"Hey, Em. What's up?" I yawned.

Crying came from the other end. "Alyssa j-just broke up w-with me." she sobbed.

"Oh my god." I replied in shock, sitting up on the bed. "I am so sorry. Did she say why?"

"N-no not really."

"Okay, listen to me; I'm here for you, alright? No matter what. I can talk to you for however long you need till you feel better. So just cry it out."

I felt a soft tap on my shoulder. "I thought this was just gonna be us," Carson commented.

I put my phone to the side so Emma couldn't hear me. "I know but Emma really needs me so just hang on for a minute."

For the next twenty minutes, Emma and I had a back and forth conversation about relationships and the things that follow with breakups while Carson continued to watch the tv and play with my hair. When Emma told me she felt better, I silently sighed in relief and told her to text me if she needed anything. We said goodbye and Emma hung up the phone. I threw my phone onto the bedside table, falling back onto my position on the bed before Emma called me. Now I can finally get that nap I was about to have. Don't get me wrong, I love talking to her but I just want to spend some time with my lover. I'll always be here for Emma or any of my friends for that matter. They are always one of my top priorities and I'd do anything to make them feel better or comfortable in whatever situation.

We returned to our positions to where we were before, and I actually fell asleep. There were no dreams. Only relaxation. I'm not sure if Carson fell asleep too, but I think even if he didn't, we still gained that quality time we yearned for. I woke up some time later to soft lips pressing on my forehead. I smiled and arched my back, stretching the tiredness out of me. Carson smirked at my actions and kissed my forehead once again.

"Did you sleep good?" Carson grinned.

"Yeah, I did." I yawned. "Did you?"

"I didn't sleep. Too caught up admiring you." He commented, a blush creeping over my face. "Oh, and you got a text from someone."

He handed me my phone and the screen lit up to a text from Emma. "Hey, can you help me write a song?"

I unlocked my phone and quickly typed, "I'm in! When do we start?"

"Come over whenever you're available." she replied immediately.

"Alright. I'll be there in twenty."

"See you then."

I turned over to face Carson and said, "Can you drive me to Emma's?"

"What? Why?" He questioned, annoyance in his voice.

"I need to help her out with something and this needs to be in person." I said, crawling my way out of the bed and stretching further.

"Really?" He groaned.

"Yes, really. Now come on, lets go."

I dragged him out of his bed and down the carpeted stairs, into the living room and out the front door. We hopped into his car and off we went. I punched Emma's address into his phone so we actually get to where we need to be. Before we knew it, I was jumping out of Carson's Jeep and knocking on Emma's front door. It swung open to a very sleep deprived Emma. She pulled me inside and led me up the stairs of her house. I sat on her bed and swiftly caught her guitar she threw at me. She threw a notebook onto the bed next to me and grabbed a couple mechanical pencils. We began scribbling down ideas on what the song should be about. Eventually, we came on the idea of acceptance for not only gays and lesbians, but every member of the LGBTQ.

"Okay, what if you add some of your experiences without naming anyone?" I suggested.

"That works." Emma replied. "How about, 'then you came along and right or wrong feeling began to overcome'?"

"I think that's good but what if you changed it to 'feelings began to overflow' instead of overcome?"

"That's so much better." Emma laughed, scribbling the lyrics into the notebook. "Why are you so good at this?"

"Because I write songs for fun. I'm also really good with grammar." I smirked

"Let's continue then!"

We continued to work, more and more of the song coming together. Within an hour or so, we had an entire verse done. Not much later, the second and third were finished. All that's left is the chorus and bridge. And within no time, everything was finished. We plugged in guitar chords and figured out the tempo and strumming pattern. Before we had realized it, it was 8:00 and we had a song. A song both of us are equally proud of. A song with a message that speaks with the both of us. A song with a message that will speak to the world. We decided on the name Unruly Heart, for both of us have unruly hearts. We talked about recording a video of Emma singing the song tonight when her grandma walked in, offering to drive me home. Emma and I looked at the time on our phones and laughed, thanking her for the offer for Emma could drive me. We planned to record the song tomorrow after school which gives us just enough time to put our second plan into action.

We decided that just because we already had a prom this year, doesn't mean we can't have another. Unlike the first, this one would be inclusive. All students are welcome. No one is required to come and it will be open to LGBT students across the state. How we're going to make it happen is unknown, but I'm sure we'll have some sort of plan before we run out of time. Emma drove me home and hugged me, thanking me for the help. I told her it was no problem and it was the least I could do. We smiled at each other and I strolled into the Motel, towards my room. I slid my key card against the scanner and heard the door unlock with a smooth click. I pulled open the door and heard laughing. I furrowed my brows and slipped inside, throwing my shoes off a little too hard, causing them to collide with the wall and send a loud thud throughout the space. The laughing stopped. Dad walked towards me, wine glass in hand and sighed when he realized who it was.

"God, you scared me, Court." He laughed

"Yeah, I do that sometimes." I replied sarcastically.

I walked into the main area of the room and saw Angie sitting on dad's bed with a glass of red wine. I smiled at her and sat on my own bed, pulling out my phone.

"So you're not going to ask why Angie and I are drinking wine?" Dad questioned, as if he was annoyed I wasn't paying attention.

"No?" I replied.

"Well, you're gonna find out if you like it or not." He grinned and wrapped his arm around Angie's waist while she slung her arm around his neck. "Angie and I are officially an item."

I paused and looked up from my phone. "Wait. Girlfriend-boyfriend item?"

"Indeed, we are a boyfriend-girlfriend item." he smirked

I sat there for a moment, watching their reactions and building up some suspense. "I'm so happy for you guys!" I exclaimed, throwing myself around dad's neck.

"Oh thank god, I thought you were about to kill me." Dad laughed.

The rest of the night was full of laughter with a movie playing softly in the background. Eventually, my phone decided it wanted to die on me for no reason whatsoever. I sighed and cuddled up into my sheets and fell asleep with no warning.