Going to Prom

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“Come on Jonathan, its just prom. You’ll have fun!” his irritating demon pestered him yet again. This was the fifth time this day that the subject of prom was brought up. Worse was that when he got home he wouldn’t have a moment’s peace. His mom was also jabbering about going to prom. Saying it would be so much fun and that he’ll meet a nice girl and dance the night away. Or whatever, something like that. Jonathan started zoning out after that making any excuse to leave the conversation.

“No,” Jonathan said firmly putting his headphones on as he made his way back home.

He didn’t get very far as Sock floated nearby and stood in his way.

“Jonathan why won’t you go to prom?” Sock asked his arms in that adorable position of a dinosaur.

“Because I don’t want to, that’s why.” He mumbled looking side to side making sure no one saw him talking to himself… again. He didn’t need his neighbor giving him a weird look. Worse was if they commented anything to his parents. Going around Sock he walked the pathway up to his house and entered.

He took a moment of rest because he knew Sock would come through the door in a second. And sure enough you saw his head pop through the door.

“I’m going to my room.” Jonathan stated going up the stairs before pausing, “don’t follow me.”

Sock just stood by the door debating whether to respect Jonathan’s wishes or not. After a minute he flew upstairs to bother him more about prom.

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Strumming his guitar on the floor Jonathan tried to get his ideas in order. There wasn’t any point in going to prom. It was just a stupid dance after all. The only two dances he’s been to can account for that. Sure they were during school hours because their “cool, hip” principal (the principal’s words not his) wanted to make it a fun experience but all it did was drive home to Jonathan how awful school dances were.

Jonathan just stood on the sidelines watching how his classmates danced and made fools of themselves. The music was too loud, there weren’t enough seats to sit around, and he had no one there to cure him of his boredom.

He continued to strum absentminded as a certain annoying demon made his way into his room. Sock just floated near the bed watching Jonathan play his guitar, he didn’t say much just closing his eyes and enjoying the song.

After a while Sock finally spoke up, “What song was that?”

“Huh?” Jonathan said finally noticing that he wasn’t alone, “Oh… didn’t I say I wanted to be alone?”

“Technically you said not to follow you.” The little demon grinned, “Which I didn’t. I just made my way to your room.”

“It’s the same thing.” Jonathan scoffed his face blushing a bit. Changing the subject he responded to Sock’s earlier question, “The song was by Irish Stew of Sindidun.”

Sock’s eyes brighten at that. “Maybe you can play that at the prom. Then maybe you’ll go—.”

“—No.”

“But then you—.”

“—I said no.” Jonathan said putting his guitar away and putting his headphones on blasting the music at full volume. Sock just puffed his cheeks floating in front of Jonathan and stuck out his tongue before exiting from the bedroom.

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“Honey, I’m home. Do you want me to make you something?” Jonathan’s mother yelled to her son. When she didn’t get a response she made her way upstairs and knocked on his door. Still no response, she opened the door wide enough to stick her head in. “Johnny?”

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