Monochrome beat (boyxboy)✔

Beat 32

O: Hey. How's everything going?

I was nervous about prom night. It was supposed to be a night of having fun with a friend, but deep down, tucked in its seams, there was more. Jax and I had never gone out together before. Having ice-cream at the park didn't count. Prom night was a whole new dimension.

I didn't plan on making any moves on him. Or maybe I did, I don't know. Lately I could imagine us being together. I held our friendship above anything else, but a part of me wanted to explore more, wanted to see how being together would work. It was a silly dream and I shouldn't have been encouraging it. Going to prom with Jax was doing exactly that.

The butterflies in my stomach while I typed a message to him confirmed that. Prom was in two hours. Eric and I planned to leave the house 40 minutes before so we could pick up Jasmine and then Jax. We had only an hour and 20 minutes to get ready and I was lying on my bed sending Jax text after text.

J: I'm not on my way to Rollingtown if that's what you're worried about.

I chuckled. I hadn't seen Jax since the day we sat in his sheets and he slept on my chest. He'd also kicked me out that day, but he seemed to be in better spirits. Though I tried hard not to think about that day, it crept up sometimes. The fear in Jax's eyes had been too visible to ignore. I intended on asking him about what I suspected, but not that night. I'd vowed – if only to myself – to make prom night enjoyable for him. I'd bring up the issue later.

O: I need proof.

J: You want me to send you my location?

O: Send me a picture of you with your sheets – with a paper that says "Prom night, here we come!"

J: I'm not doing that.

O: Are you getting ready?

J: .......

O: Jax!

J: I forgot how annoying you are. I'll send you a picture.

I waited a few seconds before Jax sent me a picture – of a wall!

O: That looks very good.

J: Haha. Janice is ironing everything, so I don't plan on hitchhiking to Rollingtown with some pretty good clothes on. Relax, everything is fine.

O: Great. I have to get ready now.

Jax's last text to me was a thumbs-up emoji. I dragged myself to the bathroom. It was torture being away from my phone. I wanted to talk to Jax. I wanted to talk about absolutely nothing, but I still wanted to talk to him. When we texted, images of what he could be doing at that time popped up in my mind. I could imagine him laughing or rolling his eyes.

After an hour and 15 minutes of getting ready – which included showering, brushing my teeth, (twice), shaving, cutting my nails, brushing my hair and getting dressed, I was done. My black tuxedo was a year old and hadn't been worn much, but it still fit nicely. I looked good – even if I have to say so myself – but I still fussed over how I looked.

"I swear there's a glint in your eyes," Eric commented as I looked at my reflection on the mirror in my room.

"Shut up," I ordered.

Eric wasn't dressed liked he was going to prom. No one knew he was and we wanted to keep it that way. His black suit and red tie which matched Jasmine's dress were already in the car. She'd demanded that he wear a red tie, and luckily Eric had one. He was going to get dressed in the car or some bathroom. I didn't care where.