Three weeks and a rose

Prom TW mentions of suicide

Akilah
"It's ok! I understand." Akilah said clutching Jack. He was blackmailed into bullying. Now, he had joined the new bullies. He had been through so much. "Were you blackmailed into..." Akilah trailed off.

"AKILAH, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" Came a shout. Jack flipped round and shoved Akilah behind him. Elijah walked into the grave yard. Akilah felt her stomach flip in fear.

"She's hugging out her grief. Why?" Jack said, still in front of Akilah. Protecting her. Elijah came forward still. Slowly closing the gap between them.

"It's ok. He won't hurt me." Akilah whispered. When Elijah finally reached them, he shoved Jack out the way.

"Why?" Elijah snarled. "Why him. Jack. Really?" Akilah hung her head in shame.

"Well," Jack started, "I hate to point out faults in your clearing trusting relationship-"

"No, you don't." Elijah snapped dragging Akilah to his side.

"You're right. I don't. Anyway, where were you? Her sister died two years ago today and you aren't here to console your grieving girlfriend. Akilah, once you're married don't have kids. People this dumb should not be allowed to breed. Even if you're the biggest genius on the planet. Toodaloo!" Jack said walking off. Akilah was biting back a grin.

"C'mon. We have to get ready. Prom is in a few hours." Elijah said. Akilah had completely forgotten. It was her last prom. She turned eighteen on August the eighth so she was quite a bit younger than everyone else.

When Akilah got home, her mother was in the kitchen. "Are you of to prom now? You know what I say about last prom! Teenage pregnancy night!" Her mother chirped. Akilah rolled her eyes and walked up to her room. "Come back pure!" Her mother called again up the stairs. Why did she feel the need to assume the worst of her daughter? The dress was hung up on hare closet door. She walked over and got ready to get ready.

Jack
Jack was in his room starring at the suit on his chair. He had intended to wear it with a date but for some reason, Jack couldn't fall in love. Every time he went on a date, the girl was never right. He couldn't find another his type. His type was brunette with grey eyes, smart, romantic, willing to study, slight discomfort on a motorcycle, sceptical of danger and (most importantly) understanding. There were no girls like that anywhere nearby. Was there any point in going to prom? He'd only been at school a year anyway. He was still seventeen. His birthday was the fifteenth of July.

"Aren't you getting ready?" Fred asked walking in. Fred was less of a brother and more of a father. He sat down on the bed next to Jack and looked at him.

"What's the point?" Jack asked, not moving his eyes away from the blue suit. "I have no date, no friends, no will to live, no grades, no purpose, no mother, no father, no real family and no reason to be there." Jack said, flopping back onto his pillow. Fred looked at him with a face Jack couldn't read.

"First of all, Daisy and I are your family. Second Daisy and I are your friends. Third, I practically raised you making me your father figure and Daisy you motherly figure. Fourth, your purpose is not clear at first but will be soon. Fifth, your grades are straight As and last, you have as much reason to be there as anyone." Fred said, over his shoulder at Jack. He was right about everything. As normal. "C'mon, let's get you looking more fabulous than a poodle in high heels." Fred pulled Jack out of bed and pushed him in front of the mirror. "I'll go get Daisy." Daisy was in beauty school and was amazing with anything beauty. She was using her parents inheritance to start up a business and a shop.

"Ok, so what are we thinking?" She asked bending over her stomach. Daisy picked up some scissors and looked around the desk. Jack shrugged his shoulders. "Nope. This is not how my brother in law is going to his final prom. I'll go get my things." Once Daisy was done moving the contents of seven cosmetic shops and the kitchen sink into Jacks room she started on the hair. Daisy had insisted on washing his hair "the proper way" herself. The scissors snipped away at the ends of his hair. Once hair was finished, Daisy brought out the man's makeup.