P R O M
Their jaw dropped as they stared back at Malcolm, who stared back with bright eyes and a confused expression. “No...” the brunet hesitated as he ran his fingers through his long hair. A brief thought crossed his mind as he thought maybe he should cut it. This did seem like a special occasion. “I haven’t asked Payton to Prom. Should I?” His friend just stared back in amazement at how dense this lanky 18 year old boy was. There was an awkward silence that filled the air as the two stared at one another, before Malcolm broke the silence. “I--fuck I mean Payton and I are already dating, I thought--I assumed that meant we were going together? I didn’t know I had to ask my own fucking girlfriend to Prom?” High school was a weird challenge. Even though he had been back “in the real world” for about two years now, with minimal ‘difficulties’, he still found it hard to acclimate back to life. At least Payton was with him, and he did hear from Bethany and Jackie every once in awhile. He had even spoken to Harley, but that was a whole different story. Harley was such a pussy and never actually forgave Malcolm for punching him and or wanting to leave him in the woods to die. Perhaps it was understandable, but somewhere in Malcolm’s fucked up mind he still rationalized it as okay, not that he would ever admit that to a therapist though, they would chuck him right back to Serenity, or Brielle or some shit.
“Okay but, listen--Malcolm, BUDDY. Yeah she’s your girlfriend and that’s exactly why you gotta ask her. It’s like, it’s really important to girls. Just trust me man. Go do it before school is done today.” his friend let out a long airy sigh before gently patting Malcolm on the shoulder and closing his locker taking off down the hall. Malcolm paused for a second in the hall looking into his locker before shutting it.
As the 3 o’clock bells chimed throughout the halls, there were audible groans as students were finally able to get up and stretch as the teacher started speaking faster and faster, trying to fit in their last notes of lecture while students quickly packed their papers and pencils up. The only exception was Malcolm who had been packed up for maybe 20 minutes as he raced away from the class, ignoring whatever the teacher yelled after him. He threw his books into his locker as he quickly ran his fingers through hair long tangled hair and looked into the small mirror that hung in his locker. Payton always made jokes that Malcolm had a mirror because he was a narcissist. It wasn’t like she was wrong either. His hair was a mess as per usual. It didn’t help that there was gym earlier today either so his hair was extra Malcolm-like. He tried to pat down the spots that flipped and curled up in the wrong places. Straightening his shirt he looked in the mirror once more attempting to make himself a little more presentable.
Once he was more or less satisfied he grabbed his backpack and slung it over his shoulder and taking his keys out of his jacket pocket making his way to the next hall over where Payton’s locker was. As he rounded the corner he couldn’t help but pause and smile, just for a moment. Both of them had been out of Serenity for awhile, and after a series of events, here they were in the same school. She was laughing and giggling with one of her friends, her nose crinkling as she laughed and swept some of her blonde locks behind her ear. He continued walking towards her, hands stuffed in his pockets with his long hair slightly falling into his eyes.
“Hey Pay,” he tried to force himself to smile down at the shorter girl and did a small nod, “Hey Bee.” the boy cleared his throat, trying to flick some hair out of his face. “You ready to head home Payton?” Malcolm picked Payton up and dropped her off, usually they ended up at her house or his just hanging out, or talk, or just sitting there lost in their own thought. As Payton grabbed her stuff and they waved by to Bee for the day, Malcolm turned back to Payton. “I’m serious, that Bee girl is super weird, I don’t know why you hang around her. She told me once that I shouldn’t sit at my desk because whenever I sit in it I hurt it.” It was hypocritical of him to think people were weird, and he knew the two may get along so well because of osteogenesis imperfectia, or maybe they were just both weird.
The two of them climbed into his car and before he turned the key in the ignition he turned and looked at the blonde. “So, funny story. I was talking with Christopher today and he said I had to ask you to Prom. I mean, I’m dating you for fucks sake.” Malcolm shook his head still laughing to himself, not understanding the importance that was Prom. “So, you wanna go to Prom with me?”
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