Everything I Had

Chapter 28

T-minus one day before Prom Night. I looked at my purple ball gown and smiled. It seems like I'm more excited to wear the dress than to actually go to the stupid event. But, if it makes Carson happy then I'll muddle through.

 I hung the dress on a hook on my wall and studied it. It really was beautiful. Though Prom might be fun, I'll be sad knowing Adam's mad at me. He hasn't spoken to me all week and I've tried texting and calling him over and over, but nothing seems to work.

 The only time I saw him was briefly in the hospital parking lot when I was going to see Danny and during class, but he hardly ever looked at me. And it sucks because we had plans tomorrow for Prom. What he said he wanted to do was have a Prom night in Danny's hospital room with junk food and music and movies, all in our fancy clothes. But thanks to me, Adam didn't even rent a tux. I ruined everything.

 I fell back on my bed and stared up at the ceiling, remembering how me and Adam used to lay here and talk about the bible. Come to think of it, we never finished studying Corinthians 13. I guess things have been a little crazy and we forgot. It's funny how easily you can forget about things when life gets in the way.

 I picked up my phone which was right beside me and tried dialing Adam's number again for the hundredth time.

 "The number you are trying to reach in unavailable at this moment. Please try again later," I mimicked the voicemail in a nasally tone.

 Just as I threw my phone down beside me, it rang. My hopes were lifted at the possibility of it being Adam. I answered it and said in a cheery voice, "Hello?"

 "Hey, beautiful," Carson's voice greeted from the other line.

 "Oh, it's you," I said flatly.

 "Is that a bad thing?"

 "No, it's not, I was just expecting someone else."

 "Adam's still not answering?"

 "No, I've called him at least five times today," I mumbled.

 "I'm sorry he's ignoring you, but don't let it get to you. We'll have fun tomorrow no matter what," He reassured. Though I felt emotionless, beside the guilt, I smiled. I sighed and I heard Carson do the same.

 "Are you okay?" He asked.

 "I'm fine. I just wish he would talk to me, y'know?"

 "Yeah I gotcha. Just forget about Adam for now and think about tomorrow. It will be memorable, I promise," He said, trying to cheer me up.

 "Thanks. I gotta go but I'll talk to you later," I fare-welled, faking a happy voice.

 "I'll see you tomorrow. Bye."

 Once again, I threw my phone down by my side and stared up at the ceiling. I groaned at the thought of getting up and decided maybe it was time to fall asleep. It was only 8:30, but I was sleepy. I turned over on my side and let sleep captivate me. 

 * * * *

 "Alright, 1 2 3!" The camera lady said and I smiled brightly.

 Carson had his hand around my waist as the lady took our picture and she gestured us to move along. We left the backdrop, Carson's hand still residing on my hip, and onto the dance floor. It was a slow song, so me and Carson both got into position: Chest to chest, his hands on my hip, and mine around his neck. We swayed in silence to a song I didn't know. There was a peal of thunder and a flash of lightning coming from outside and was happy that we made it inside before the rain.

 This was fun, but sort of awkward. He seemed a little more into it than I was. I think he might've known the song so maybe it was easier for him not to feel so awkward. Or maybe this was genuinely something he didn't feel awkward about simply because he enjoyed it. But me, not so much.