Jiley and TRITTANY Oneshots

For Once

With the biggest night of high school approaching fast, James is for once without a date and Riley is subject to her first heartbreak.

James' POV
I sighed deeply as I put my phone down beside me on the bed. I was lying on my back with one hand behind my head, now just staring at the freshly painted ceiling. The only sound in the room was the rustling of the thin paper pages of the magazine she was reading being turned every so often. It was often like this when she came over. We didn't really have to have a conversation or do the same thing as one another. I guess we were both just content to be in each other's company.

"Hey James?"

Her voice killed the almost eerie silence in my bedroom.

"What?" I replied, still facing the ceiling.

I rested the hand which was not behind my head on my stomach. I had become accustomed to the fact that it was so solid. As a dancer since age four, it hadn't ever been any different.

"Have you made any plans about...um...a prom date?" she asked with a slight hesitation to her voice.

I was almost surprised to hear her bring it up. Prom wasn't too long away, sure, but we had known about it for weeks before now and never before had she brought up the subject of me taking a date. Usually that was something I told her about myself anyway.

"Uh, not yet," I told her as I ran my hand over my short, black, buzzcut hair.

"Not yet?" she repeated. "As in you will be at some point in the near future?"

I smiled slightly to myself. It was a mystery to me why I could detect a little bit of hope in her voice. It was extremely unlike her to have a positive attitude towards me and my bad dating habits. Not something I could at all blame her for considering that 'bad' was a huge understatement. Usually as soon as I mentioned the topic of who I was seeing, she would make some sarcastic joke or roll her eyes in the way she always did. Her mom always told me that I triggered it. I was never sure if the fondness of her smile when she told me that represented that it was a good thing despite it sounding not so great.

I sat up and used my elbows to lean on, looking at her sceptically. There was still a smile on my face.

"I guess so," I said carelessly, "why?"

"I was just double checking," she said, "so that I knew you were going with someone."

Currently she was lying on her stomach, horizontally compared to my vertical position, at the foot of my double bed. Her legs were in the air behind her, her feet crossed over in the light blue ankle socks which contrasted her tanned skin. Tanned more so than usual thanks to the two week vacation she wasn't long back from which had gotten her to buy me the wristband I was wearing on my left arm. She had a similar one on herself. After she had finished talking she had gone back to flicking through her magazine again. I kept on watching her, slightly confused.

"Okay," I continued, "but what difference does it make to you if I'm taking someone to prom?"

"Because," she said, "Charlie asked me to go with him and I didn't want to accept until I knew that you had a date and wouldn't be alone."

"Woah hold up!" I said loudly. "Charlie asked you to prom?!"

"Don't sound so surprised James," she said, faking being hurt, "I'm not that repulsing."

"No, but Charlie?" I questioned. "As in the dude who's in the school band?"

"Yeah," she replied, swinging her legs around so that she was sitting up, "we have chemistry together."