Connected.

Chapter 9: Homecoming

I was late with the preparations for homecoming, because I started to prepare two days before the event, and it was a hell of a lot.
The first morning I woke up feeling whole. The first time I actually felt happy.
I facetimed Emmerson, and they were... Miserable. I asked them why they were so saddened, and then they told me that we can't wear the clothes we truly wished we could wear, let alone the clothes we felt comfortable in.
I realized that they were referring to suits. We can't wear suits. I told Emmerson that the feeling I had of being happy was gone now.
'It has disappeared off of the face of earth, Emmerson. Gone. Devoured by lingering thoughts.' I remarked.
We both guffawed, but then quickly realized this was not a thing to laugh at, because we wanted our suits.
And so we made a plan to sneak out of the house with dresses on but suits underneath.
Not to bloviate, but this was a very clever idea.
While my parents were at work, I went into the kitchen and poured myself some of the scotch my dad left on the counter.
I began chugging down a whole glass of scotch until I felt caprulous.
To this day I have no idea why I did that. I was probably just curious about how alcohol tasted, but I definitely didn't know how to properly drink.
I remember the fact that my throat started to burn and I started coughing. I went into my bedroom and passed out on my bed. I woke up a few hours after that with fifteen missed calls and twenty-three missed messages from Emmerson.
I called them up and they immediately responded.
The first words to come out of their mouth were 'What happened to you bro? I'm worried about you! You haven't been answering in AGES!'. I felt regret for not answering them in a few hours, but it was nice knowing someone cared about me. I told them what happened and they guffawed their ass off.
When I asked them why they spammed me with messages they expressed how their girlfriend cheated on them, and now they're alone for homecoming, which means...
ME AND EMMERSON ARE GOING TOGETHER TO HOMECOMING!
Our plan for the dress-suit was to have pants and a shirt underneath a dress that had a plunging neckline in the upper body area, and a skirt that completely covers the pants on the lower area.
I was excited about going to homecoming wearing a suit, but I was a lot more excited about going to homecoming with Emmerson. Me and him talked for hours that day. We were so enchanted by each other that we forgot that it had darkened outside. When I realized that the sun was no longer visible to the eye, I gave Emmerson a sweet 'good night' message and bedwarded myself.
The next morning felt at peace. Except for the fact that a ray of sunshine hit my face and instantly woke me up.
I did my routine, and checked my phone.
IT WAS ELEVEN PM...
Emmerson was supposed to pick me up so we could buy our dress-suits at twelve!
I thought to myself 'There's no way I can get fully ready in this little time!'. So, like an idiot, I tried to cancel on poor Em and stay home.
You heard me right.
That was my plan.
To stay home.
And do nothing.
Sit in despair and do absolutely nothing but regret this decision my entire life.
And so, I called Em and told them the whole situation, and the first thing they told me was'Zephyr. You are going to homecoming. If you don't want to do this for yourself. Do it for me, please! I want to make Allison feel jealous.', therefore to that I obviously got my ass up and got ready.
The day went by super fast, because I was with Em, of course.
But it's not all rainbows and sunshine! Why, you ask?
Because the day of the damned came. Homecoming!
I cannot lie, that morning was honestly horrendous, horrifying, horrible. But it doesn't matter, because..
Both Emmerson and I looked incredible that day, majestic, even.
I felt like a sloth that morning, until I saw Em, my face lit up and my eyes were focusing only on him.
The both of us got ready and we danced the night away, making Allison jealous, of course.