Prom Night '86

Argyle- Weed Field

"Argyle you promised me a good prom without some crazy chaos going on." I said huffing as Argyle couldn't help but get distracted well by everything. "Of course, babe." He said his words coming out slower than normal. "Argyle you better not be joking. This is really important to me and I don't wanna go to my prom high off my ass." I said through strained breaths.

Though somehow, I'm not surprised when we both landed in the small car we had, at the wrong place.

Argyle promised me that he would drive us to our destination. Argyle and I climbed into the car, and with the both us dressed in a pretty good set of clothes. My dress wasn't long, only coming past ankle before stopping and short kitten heels.

I had asked Argyle to wear something a little, well a lot different from his normal attire. A pair of dress slacks, and a loose black dress shirt. "You don't have to wear anything else; I won't make you uncomfortable just for me love." I said to him weeks ago. He smiled sweetly and kissed my temple.

"Thank you, sweetness." Before sitting back down on Eddie's couch.

The pair had gotten along for many reasons but a lot of it was because they both had a strong interest in the ween business that was going around the small town of Hawkins. I remember the day that Eddie took Argyle to go meet up with Reefer Rick for the first time. Argyle came back with Eddie eyes drooping, and giggling like little school girls. I roll my eyes at the memory. Regardless the two were perfectly fine getting along.

So, waiting here at the front door, I tapped my foot against the hardwood flooring. "Come on Argyle." I spoke. "Come back here I need your help with something." I heard Argyle rustle through his hallways. I rolled my eyes and left my post at the front door, when I got back his bedroom Argyle was royally fucking up his black shirt. The buttons falling together in the wrong spots, and the smell of weed could be smelt as I walked down the hallway.

"Argyle baby you look like an utter mess." I said trying to unbutton and rebutton the shirt back up. Argyle looked so sweet, glazed over eyes. Somehow the night changed after that. As I sat down on his bed, he handed me a rolled blunt. "It might cool your nerves love." He said eyes turning redder by the minute. I took it, my nerves had been getting to me since my mother told me that I had to go to this damn school event. It wasn't something I truly wanted to do, I just wanted to be with Argyle. My mother being ever disapproving didn't like the idea of her special daughter being with a druggie.

Rather than say that she just forced the idea of making me her perfect doll, and in turn that had forced me to make Argyle into something he wasn't even if it was only for a few hours. I could manage doing that to my boyfriend. He was too sweet, too innocent. For my mother's horrible plans to screw with him. I took a long pass at the blunt before taking in most of the smoke, blowing out just a little. Handing it back to Argyle, he smiled at me. "Feeling better love?" He questioned me, I sighed. I was better it would most definitely take me longer, and a few more passes to get past the grunt work my mother had forced me in to before I left my house and drove over to Argyles.

Argyle took a long puff, holding and then letting go. His already dilated eyes were getting worse, but it didn't really matter anymore. Once I walked back here, I knew that neither one of us were making our way in to my car, or even our schools' prom.

No longer important.

What I did know was that regardless of anything. I just wanted to spend time with Argyle and if that meant I was high off my high I didn't really care, or maybe that was just the weed talking. We continued to puff and pass the blunt around. The room hadn't yet become a hotbox of smoke and dizzying flames but it was getting there. Argyle had moved setting himself near me on his bed. The edge of it dipping ever so slightly as we took a shared look at each other.

"I'm sure you would have made a beautiful prom queen." He said his words stumbling ever so slightly. I giggled, the image of me in a crown looking down at a crowd of angry teenagers flashing against my mind. The giggle soon turned into a full on laugh the type that's deep and comes from the depths of your body. Without meaning to I had caused Argyle to laugh alongside me. His laugh of so fucking adorable. Deep meaningful, and everything you'd not except from someone who looked like him.

Somewhere between the deep giggles and the blunt passing we had somehow gotten into Argyle van and driven. Driven where I wasn't sure, the night air was cool against my skin. The skin that wasn't concealed by the dresses length was warm enough to keep me snuggled up against Argyle.

Heels had been discarded when I took a fall back in Argyles room. Having loosing footing and landing right in his lap. Twisted eyes filled with lust and weed looking down at me as I continued to lay limp in his lap. The giggles didn't stop not even when he helped me as we both stumbled out of his van towards was looked like a beautiful sea of yellow.

"How'd you know yellow was my favorite color?" I asked looking out towards that sea. He didn't say anything but he kissed a little kiss on my cheek. Before dragging me into the field of yellow. Running my bare feet hitting soft ground. I laughed at the way the weeds under my feet tickled my feet. Argyle continued to push us further into the yellow field. "Argyle where are we even going?" I asked dodging what felt like little feathers.

He didn't stop nor say anything until we made it into a clearing. Whatever Argyle had planned must have been an idea he'd been working for awhile now. "Clearing?" I asked. Under the darkness of the nights sky, everything looked prettier than usual. Under the influence of weed it felt like I was living on cloud nine. I had smoked with Argyle but only once and that was a test run one that got cut short. My mother had phoned me the telephone running off the hook.

I wiggled my toes in the fresh brown dirt and found a sort of solace in the way it made me feel. Argyle sat down, his hands coming to touch at the dirt. I looked down at him. Still we were wearing our forgotten prom clothes. I felt weird to be in a prom dress and in the middle of wherever we were.

"Still so pretty." Argyle mumbled as I sat down next to him. "Thank you, but have you seen the sky tonight?" He didn't answer, he was lighting another blunt even in the dark night. Whatever my sweet argyle boy had planned was going to come alive tonight in the middle of a field.

Again we passed the blunt which in turned to puffing and passing. Our lips grazing each others as the smoke blared between us. It wasn't like anything that we normally did. Yes we kissed yea we had gotten intimate. Sheet's curling between the two of us.

This was something different intimate in its own way.

Intimate as the stars twinkled and the cold air was brisk against our skin. Laying there on the wet ground in clothes not meant for any of that. In the dark nights sky we somehow made our way together cuddles in arms, half asleep but the gusts of our own bodies pushing away the much needed sleep. When I awake the following morning the morning dusk was just showing, and I was wrapped between his arms. "Argyle?" I said in a hushed voice, "we must go." I said again shaking Argyle awake. When he did finally open his eyes the daylight streaming past crops of wheat. "Where are we?" He asked me like I knew what was going on around the head of his on a daily basics. "I haven't the foggiest, but we need to go before my mother sends a search party out for me." For some odd reasons that was what gave him the final push. Argyle was up and onto his feet in only a matter of seconds. Twisting my hand into his grasp and pulling me up. I have never ran so fast through patches of wheat.

If I hadn't known any better I'd say I was still as high as a kite, still living in a world of magic. I felt like what ever Disney princess hopes to feel like when she's dragged away by her Prince Charming. Running mysteriously through the woods but held together by her lover, and all at once everything just made sense. No matter the circumstances of what my mother would dare say about my dirtied dress, or how much we might scold me.

It mattered not. Just the prom night I spent in the wheat field mattered now. My sweet lover boy Argyle.