#✦event: homecoming 2k17

[gothel2thekor]

[vivienified]

[dazzlinglux]

Lux had done everything he could -- splurged on an expensive red suit, organized an entire charity event, and showed up to homecoming with the reigning prom queen on his arm. And he still lost. Never one to show that kind of insecurity in public, he just congratulated Dean and Bianca through gritted teeth (knowing that Bianca was expecting him to be a sore loser, he had to remain all namastay about it so as not to prove her right) and went to the punch bowl for a shot of what had hopefully been spiked punch by now. Taking a swig, he grimaced -- it wasn’t. “Hey, what’s a guy gotta do to get some tequila in this punch?!” he exclaimed, slamming the paper cup down onto the table dramatically. Shaking his head, Lux let out a sad laugh at himself before pouring another. 

[izziebash]

Stepping out of the bathroom, Izzie inhaled deeply, trying to steady her shaking breath. Earllier that night, she’d walked into the Walt High gym, all done up in neon and blacklight with great music playing and so many people dressed to theme, and her worst fear had been confirmed. The dance committee was thriving without her, just like the ASB, just like the cheer squad...And, naturally, rather than actually standing around to do her job and chaperone, Izzie hid out in the girls’ bathroom for a good half-hour, angry that she was angry. She’d spent four years trying to leave a mark on that school, and walked in to find what -- the clubs she’d left behind going in great directions without any of her influence, pictures of Sage and Tia and the rest of the cheer squad in the trophy cases lining the halls...And not a single one of her. It all felt wasted, now. The only thing that propelled her to exit the bathroom and show her face was the memory that, now that she was on the college squad, she had a reputation to uphold. Hold your head high, don’t let them see your weaknesses, just like Bijou. And it’d be a lie to say that being on the squad hadn’t helped with her confidence at least a little bit in the last few weeks. Walking with her chin up came a little more naturally these days. So, exiting the bathroom, Izzie did just that until she spotted a tall, familiar body across the way. Sneaking up behind him, Izzie stood on her toes and covered Zaddie’s eyes with her hands. “Guess who?” she goaded, thankful for the distraction that came in the form of the very cute roommate whom she’d been....kind of hanging out with. Sometimes. ( @zaddieblue )

[tiaisms]

Tia was clearly bored out of her mind as she sat on the bleachers at homecoming and tried to fill her time by absently attempting to doodle all of the digits of pi that she could remember around the borders of a napkin she'd picked up from the drink table. It was the most inane activity unimaginable, but it was pretty much the only thing she could do at a dance with a broken leg, other than jealously watching all the teens actually enjoying themselves. "I wonder if this is how it feels to be ugly." She huffed mostly to herself, only just barely audible over the loud music blaring through the speakers.

[charlielabouff]

She’d been trying to focus on the dance all night, focus on her best friend who was literally running for homecoming court, and not focus on the fact that her boyfriend hadn’t been there. She’d been trying to act calm, to be cool about it, and brush it off whenever people asked. Telling people that he would be there soon. That he had other stuff that he was doing but he would be there. The more she told people, the less she believed it.  She kept herself distracted by eating the food, dancing with Bianca and Liam and some other friends, but her mind always ended up wandering. First it was worry. Worry that something might’ve happened to him. That he got jumped or he had some kind of heart attack or got hit by some kind of car, or something drastic. Then her insecurities began to get the better of her. Maybe it was her. Maybe he had finally realized that dating a high schooler was lame. That he had some cooler college friends already that he would’ve preferred to hang out with over her. She glanced at the clock on the wall, swallowing thickly as she realized that there was maybe an hour left of homecoming. She excused herself from the table she was sitting at, moving out into the hallway and pulling her phone out from her bra, leaning against the wall as she let out a shaking breath -- checking her phone for what seemed like the millionth time that night. She felt her heart sink even more when she hadn’t seen a single text -- not even a phone call from him. She pressed her lips together and unlocked her phone once more -- chewing on her lower lip as a tear rolled down her cheek. She began typing out yet another message to him, her fingers flying over her screen as she so desperately tried to keep herself from flying off of the handle. Maybe there was a good reason he hadn’t been there. 

@wesofmaldonia​

[perfectlypari]

“Ah! I love this song! Who wants to dance with me?” It was one of those remixes of popular songs made to fit the time of the dance and, while she totally talked crap about the theme for a good week, something about Lady Gaga in the 80s felt right. So, reaching out for the nearest hand, Pari started to dance, not necessarily caring who with. 

[enchantedevents]

                  CONGRATULATIONS DEAN & BIANCA !!

[albietremaine]

I Wanna Dance With Somebody → Lybie

Who: Albie Tremaine & Lyssa Lumos 

When: Saturday, October 7th 

Where: Homecoming

What: Albie is prepared to have fun with Lyssa at homecoming, but there’s one little thing: He forgot to ask her to be his date! 

Albie had been way busier than he'd ever admit. Football, drama club...he was kind of surprised he'd even made it to homecoming instead of just going to bed super early. But he realized Friday night that, after getting his outfit and booking his hair appointment at Rapunzel's, he'd forgotten kind of the most important thing about a high school dance -- a date. Okay, maybe he hadn't really "forgotten", but as the days dwindled down to the day of homecoming, Albie found himself chickening out of asking Lyssa. They hadn't exactly spoken or hung out since their...experience at WaltFest, so naturally, he was nervous. But, spotting her from across the dance floor, Albie decided that he really did want a date, and he wanted her. Hopefully she wasn't someone who'd be offended that she was being asked literally as the dance was already going on around them. Approaching her, Albie feigned some confidence and sent Lyssa a wave. "Hey!" he exclaimed, "How's homecoming so far?"

Lyssa had been more excited for homecoming than usual; it was their last one, after all, and she'd resolved to enjoy it as much as she could, even if she was still dateless, just like every other dance of her high school career. Oh well, there's always prom, she'd thought to herself as she'd gotten ready with Lexi and watched her twin head off with the love of her life, while she met up with a group of other girls instead. It was fun, though; she hadn't been here that long, but she hadn't been tempted to sit down and read the book in her purse a single time yet. "Oh, hi, Albie!" Lyssa said brightly when their paths crossed. She'd been a little shyer than usual about him since Walt Fest -- she remembered having a good time, but she had no idea how much of that was real and how much was in her imagination. For all she knew, she could have majorly embarrassed herself, rambling about evil school supplies and thinking they were literally high instead of on drugs. He seemed just as warm and friendly as ever, though, and she beamed, saying, "I love the theme, so I'm having a pretty good time so far just looking at everyone's outfits! How's it going for you?"

Albie eyed her outfit, feeling that same tightening in his chest as when he saw Madie at the Valentine's dance. That Wow feeling, that sent his pulse racing and his hands kind of clammy. Suddenly his mouth was a little dry with nerves as she spoke to him. Albie swallowed, rubbing the back of his neck with a shrug. "It's going pretty great! You know I love to get in character," he joked, popping the collar of his blazer. He wasn't sure what character he was, exactly, but for now, he was some dude from the 80s who was going to confidently ask a girl to be his date to the dance. "Except I kinda forgot something super important about going to a dance...? I was so excited about the theme that I like, totally forgot that I wanted you to be my date." He chuckled, trying to play it off as if it wasn't exactly a proposal yet, just a sharing of information in case she turned him down. Still, Albie was sure that the hopeful look on his face gave him away.

Lyssa grinned; the last time she'd seen Albie as a character it had been from one of her favorite plays and he'd completely knocked it out of the park, so she wasn't surprised in the slightest to see that he was on theme more so than a lot of the other guys she'd seen here tonight. "You're so good at it! Very handsome," she told him with a blush, quickly rambling to cover it up. "I especially love the sunglasses, although you're right, that still totally leaves a lot of 80's protagonists who you could be." And probably antagonists, too, but her brain couldn't even compute that as a possibility, though she was sure someday he might take on an acting role like that and be incredible at it, too -- she was kind of excited for excuses to go to shows and report on how amazing he and the rest of the cast were this year, though she'd never covered that kind of article in the past. "Oh! That is kind of an important thing to forget," Lyssa blinked in surprise, sure she must have heard what he'd said wrong. She'd assumed he was just going with some other theater girl, or a cheerleader, or... anybody else, really, and she swallowed hard, asking, "Me? Really? Because I mean, I totally have Jane Eyre in my purse and was just planning on pretending that Edward Rochester was my date, but..." Her face was beat red as she trailed off, hoping that hadn't been a completely stupid thing to say. She'd just never been in a situation like this before, but just a few words from him and her hopes had gotten so high that she wasn't even sure why she was wasting time saying anything but yes. "But you'd definitely be way more fun, and you're probably a much better dancer and, I mean, sorry, it's probably silly but I totally ramble when I get nervous," she admitted, taking a deep breath and giving Albie a chance to talk instead.

Albie blushed at her compliment, rubbing the back of his neck. She'd said he was handsome, which wasn't a compliment that usually got him blushing anymore, but coming from her, he was just...glad that she thought so or something. It was hard to explain. "Thanks! The sunglasses are, like, my favorite part!" he exclaimed, glad she liked his ensemble as much as he liked hers. Or, at least it seemed so -- she looked so nice, he was certain he couldn't compare. If he could play a dude in an 80s movie, he'd hope it'd be a protagonist (a word he recently found out the meaning behind during Midsummer). The kind that's sweet and totally wins the girl in the end, and doesn't even have to be anything but himself to do it. He thought that might be his ending back in prom season, but since that whole debacle...Well, maybe that was really the reason he'd been too chicken to ask Lyssa out. Because of what happened then. He watched her react to his almost-question, and saw the gears turning in her head as she rambled. Albie wasn't sure if this fake book date was a way of telling him to go away, or if she was just as scared as he was, but when her words switched to what seemed like accepting his proposal, Albie sighed a sigh of relief hopefully not too loud. "Don't be nervous!" he exclaimed, making a show of loosening up his own nervous limbs in preparation to pull her onto the dance floor and dance with his date . "But I mean...That's a yes?" Albie bit his lower lip, offering out a hand to her as he rocked back and forth on his shoes, itching to take his date to the dance floor. "And I can't say for sure if I'm a better dancer than a dude in your book, but I totally wanna give it a shot," he smirked.

Lyssa let out a breath she didn't know she'd been holding when Albie told her not to be nervous. "Right, don't be nervous," she giggled, copying his movements as best she could, shaking her arms and hearing her bracelets jangle as she let out the nervous -- or really at this point, excited -- energy out. She stopped to nod her head up and down, saying, "Definitely, definitely yes," her cheeks still flushed. She was sure there were girls out there who would be offended that someone had waited to ask them to be their date at the dance itself, but she'd much rather have the right person wait until the very last second than get asked by someone she wouldn't have fun with way in advance. And with how relieved Albie looked, Lyssa knew that the lateness of the ask didn't make it any less genuine -- it was kind of adorable, really, that he wanted to spend the night hanging out with her, and she couldn't remember ever feeling this happy at a Walt High dance before. "Don't worry, I'm probably a way worse dancer than Jane Eyre learned to be, those were very different times! I don't think things like waltzing really fit in at an eighties themed party anyway, so we're going to do a great job," she said hopefully, chewing on the inside of her cheek to try to keep her smile from being too big as she offered Albie her hand to hold as they made their way out onto the dance floor.

Albie couldn't help the wide smile that spread across his cheeks when Lyssa explicitly agreed. "Yes!" he repeated, balling his fists up excitedly and bringing them to his flushed cheeks like a toddler. She said yes, and she wasn't just doing it to be a nice person -- he hoped -- and it wasn't part of some kind of bet -- he hoped -- so already, this homecoming date was trumping all of the dates he'd had. "Umm, who said we can't waltz at an eighties dance?" Albie joked as he pulled her onto the dance floor. Not letting go of her hand, Albie pulled Lyssa into a hold -- his mother had taught him how to waltz when he was little -- and started to count One, two three, one two three off the beat of the music, twirling her around the dance floor with laughter. "See? I think this totally works!" he joked.

Lyssa almost felt like the last few minutes were a dream, one that she was ever so glad not to be waking up from. Still, when she'd woken up this morning she would never have imagined that Albie not only wanted to be her date tonight but that he would be so adorably excited about her saying yes that his reaction made her stomach do a flip. "You're right, nobody said we can't at least try!" Lyssa giggled, letting him pull her closer and finding herself more than a little impressed at how well he danced. Even as they stepped out of beat with the music and she concentrated on not losing her footing, Albie was sure of the moves, and it made following along almost the easiest thing in the world. "You would have fit right in at the castle, your dancing's remarkable!" she told him, her cheeks starting to hurt from smiling so much. "Is the waltz where it stops, or do you have more dancing surprises up your sleeve?"

Albie tossed his head back with laughter, amused that Lyssa thought he would've fit in in an enchanted castle but also a little too flattered to look her in the face as she said it. He'd always felt too dumb for stuff like that -- rubbing elbows with royalty and dancing in ballrooms. Even when his mom told him that was his destiny, he felt like it was a lie. But now he could count two instances that made him feel differently -- Spending Christmas with the Charmings and now, dancing with a really pretty girl who grew up in a castle and told him he'd fit in. "Well it's kinda easy since you look like a princess!" he half-joked, smirking, before faltering to a stop. "This iswhere the waltz stops, cause I'm getting dizzy, but I do a mean sprinkler." Albie smirked, starting to demonstrate.

Lyssa nodded her head, feeling a little breathless from all the waltzing; although she felt the tiniest twinge of disappointment that she wasn't quite as close to him anymore when the dance ended. The feeling ebbed away, though, when she remembered this dance wasn't the end for them -- they were dates now (that word still had her grinning from ear to ear everytime it crossed her mind, too), and she had the whole rest of the night to dance with him as many times as she wanted to. "I always wanted to be a princess, I guess tonight's my lucky night!" Lyssa admitted, the second half of her statement somehow ringing even truer than the first. She watched as Albie started dancing, trying to recall a silly 80's dance move of her own, finally settling on trying to join in with a badly-executed headswing. Lyssa didn't even feel embarrassed, though; whether she looked goofy or not, everytime Albie looked her way she felt like a princess all over again, and as they kept dancing, Lyssa had a feeling that for the first time in her high school career, she wouldn't be tempted to disappear onto the sidelines to read, not even for one single second...

[jacpotts]

“Hey -- I love your outfit! Was it thrifted or did you just get very lucky in the Bibbidi Bobbidi Boutique?” 

[nolipelekai]

Three’s Company Too → Korliland

Who: Noli Pelekai, Kori Gothel, & Layland Olympus 

When: Saturday, October 7th

Where: Homecoming

What: After the awkward kissing fiasco at WaltFest and Noli’s birthday party, a messy encounter at the punch bowl forces Layland, Kori, and Noli  to confront each other at homecoming and think up a solution to this weird love triangle.

The scene begins with our three lovesick juniors all attempting to avoid each other at homecoming. When Noli is on her way back from the punch bowl to deliver a drink to her date, she passes by Layland, whose “dancing” (more like “flailing”) arms knock the punch out of her hands and onto her dress, as well as the shirt of Kori, who neither of them noticed was in such close proximity. The two make their way to the nearest gender-neutral bathroom, and Layland Kobes the discarded paper cups into a nearby trashcan before following suit to apologize. 

Noli locked the door of the bathroom behind them and shimmied out of her dress, kicking it up into her hands not really caring that the other two saw her in her strapless bra and 80s-inspired biker shorts that she wore under her dress. She'd worn more revealing swimsuits around them. Ignoring Layland's apology, Noli ran some water over her dress and tried desperately to stay quiet. But, being the petty girl she was, couldn't help but speak up. They were all locked in a room together, now -- why not take this opportunity to yell at them for ruining her party? Then, deciding that wasn't true -- it wasn't necessarily their fault -- Noli changed her tactic. "So...How's everybody's night going?" she asked with intentional monotone, "Kiss anyone? Make any more friendships real weird?"

Kori only sort of glanced over when Layland joined them in the bathroom and shrugged a little in response to his apology as she took her jacket off to assess how bad the damage was to the white shirt she was wearing underneath. Thanks to how much punch had slipped on through, the damage was pretty bad. So Kori had started to follow Noli's lead and was in the middle of pulling her shirt over her head when Noli surprised them with her question. Pausing in a way that made her look like a mix between a flasher and a turtle, Kori whipped her head/torso in Noli's direction. "Wait what? No! Of course not! I would never!"

Layland ‘s eyebrows rose when both of them began to undress, clearing his throat and casting his gaze to the ground. He technically didn’t have to follow them into the bathroom, he probably shouldn’t have. It only made him feel even more awkward, like he shouldn’t be there. Like he was invading policy. But his eyes shot up at her question, his cheeks puffing out and leaning back against the door. “Y’know, I was actually thinking about making out with Sylvie, since you mentioned it,” he shot back, raising his eyebrows before clearing his throat and reaching behind him to rub at his neck, his eyes flicking over to Kori once more and he shifted so one of his feet was flat against the door as he continued to lean against it. He cleared his throat, eyes flicking down to the floor once more before pursing his lips. “Sorry.”

Noli grit her teeth when the boy clapped back like that. God, he was such a jerk. Dropping her dress into the sink, Noli crossed her arms over her chest and breathed for a second, hearing his apology this time. She wasn't sure what it was he was apologizing for, but she knew this was a weird time for all of them, so she gave him a mental pass. That didn't mean she wasn't going to mess with him a little before letting him know that, though. Hoisting herself up onto the bathroom counter, Noli swung her legs beneath her and eyed him. "Don't be sorry. You're Layland, everyone wants to kiss you," she said sarcastically, glancing between him and Kori. "So? Who was a better kisser? I'm dying to know -- Aren't you, Kor?" She sent Kori a glance, hoping she was able to silently convey that she was just messing with him by asking this. She wasn't expecting a real answer, and definitely didn't want to hear that Kori was a better kisser than she was, which she knew was what he'd say. She just wanted to watch Layland squirm a little before she admitted that she missed them....a lot.

Kori finished pulling her shirt up over her head and started to rinse it out while Noli and Layland started bickering. Kori wasn't even slightly interested in getting in the middle of one of their fights. Especially after Noli just had to go and make things worse by asking which of them was a better kisser. Looking helplesslessly from Noli to Layland, Kori couldn't help but shake her head the smallest fraction no. Kori just knew that no matter how much the two bickered, when it came right down to it Noli and Layland would end up picking each other. How could they not? They were both pretty and popular athletes and she was just one of the nerds they'd picked up in detention.

Layland couldn't help but grin at her response, glancing up at her and giving another shrug. "I can't say I blame them." But the grin on his lips immediately disappeared when she asked her question. Who was a better kisser? Well, fuck, that wasn't a question he ever wanted to answer. That wasn't a question that he didn't think he could answer. They both kissed differently and neither one of them were bad kissers -- not at all. If they had been, well -- they wouldn't be in this weird limbo that they were in. He cleared his throat and he shook his head. "I can't answer that question, and not because I'm trying to be a good guy™, but because I really can't." Maybe he was taking her question too seriously, but it was the honest truth. His eyes flicked between the two of them and he cleared his throat, chewing on the inside of his cheek before he cast his gaze away from the two half-naked people in front of him once more. "I'm sorry that all this -- stuff happened."

Noli rolled her eyes at Layland's retort, supposing that maybe she'd asked for that. The look on his face when she asked him about the kissing, though -- that was something she was a little proud to elicit from him. She was going to stop him before he answered, and let him know that she really didn't want to hear it, but he gave a very...safe answer, and she could tell that it was genuine. Especially when he apologized for the third time. Noli gave a sigh, hopping down from the counter and picking her dress back up out of the sink. She rubbed the fabric of the skirt together distractedly as she mumbled an, "I'm sorry, too." She couldn't let Layland take all of the blame -- she was the one who got all in her feelings when they weren't even dating. "To both of you. I've been acting like a bitch, and I don't want you guys to feel like I'm gonna shut you out forever over some dumb mouth-touching." She shrugged, unsure if that was enough or not. It didn't change the way she was feeling, but it did relieve her of a little bit of the anger and frustration she'd been harboring over the last few weeks. "You're not party-ruiners and it's unfair of me to blame you guys for me being...jealous or whatever."

Kori continued to try her best to stay out of the way, even when Layland refused to answer the question and mostly when he and Noli started apologizing for things and she felt like it would've been awkward if she stayed quiet especially after Layland KEPT apologizing. "I'm sorry too. For um, being in the way I guess? My bad. I didn't mean to get in the way of whatever it is you guys are doing, so uh..yeah." She tried awkwardly before swiftly turning back to scrub as hard and fast as possible at their shirt.

Layland was honestly surprised when Noli mumbled an apology, his eyes flicking back over to the two of them and he cleared his throat before looking away once more. “Dumb isn’t the way I’d describe it,” he admitted, pulling his fingers through his hair, “Because neither one of them were dumb, as a party who was involved with both of them I can safely say they were far from dumb,” he cleared his throat, as if that would hide just how red his cheeks had gotten, “If they were dumb we wouldn’t have this — thing.” His eyebrows rose when Kori apologizes, looking over at them and raising his eyebrows. Why did they have to apologize? They hadn’t done anything wrong. None of them really had. He shook his head, pulling his fingers through his hair once more before tipping his his head back to focus on the ceiling and anything other than the two half naked people in front of him. “Noli and I kissed at Waltfest, and nothing really happened after that. And then we kissed and things got weird because of,” he gestured to his chest, “ stuff. You don’t have anything to apologize for.”

Noli felt her heart do that stupid thing when Layland said he wouldn't call their kiss dumb, even if he'd said the same thing about Kori's. Him maybe liking Kori, for some weird reason, didn't change the way she felt about either of them. Maybe all this time she'd been mad because she felt like she had to be. They were all just dumb teenagers with raging hormones, of course something like this happened to them. Quick to hop to Kori's defense, Noli turned to them. "Oh my God, you were totally not in the way," she said with a shake of the head, before Layland went on and put their predicament in Layman's Terms™ for them. She agreed when he said they shouldn't apologize, and gave a shrug. "None of us should. We're friends, right? And like, I like you guys so why let two awesome, weird, Not Dumb kisses get in the way? Obviously, if they both meant something, they both meant nothing. They like, cancel each other out. See?" And then, in possibly the strangest attempt at rationalizing that statement, Noli clutched Kori by the cheeks and planted a less-than-pure but more-than-innocent kiss on their lips. After a few moments, she pulled back and gave a nonchalant shrug. "We're even." It only took a few moments for the truth of what she'd done to settle into her mind, sending her wide-eyed and nervously clutching at her dress to put it back on, not caring if it was soaking wet. She could not believe she just did that.

Kori didn't know what she was expecting with their weird little bathroom reunion, but in no universe was she anticipating THAT to happen. She'd even brushed the idea off when Sage had suggested that very same thing right after the party fiasco. So being shook was practically an understatement as she stood completely still for a few long moments trying to process that Noli had legit just kissed them to prove a piont. "...Well fuck." Kori replied finally, dropping her shirt right on the ground and not even bothering to pick it back up as she put her military backet back on . "We..Well that's one way to make thingstotally even."

Layland listened to Noli, nodding in agreement but getting ready to bring up a point. Because both of them had definitely meant something to him. But he was stopped in his tracks when he saw Noli plant a firm one on Kori’s lips — his eyes widening his eyes. Noli was known for acting impulsive, doing things just to prove a point, but that was something he didn’t expect. Suddenly, he knew how Noli felt, that was for sure. Like he was intruding on a moment, something that he shouldn’t have been witnessing or something. He watched the two of them react, his mouth stil gaping open. “N-nope,” his voice cracked and he cleared his throat, “You — you guys can’t tell me that was nothing!” That was a failed attempt at trying not to sound like a jealous boyfriend. Because he wasn’t. Not to either of them. So it shouldn’t have mattered that they kissed, right? But he almost felt — left out in a sense. “Kissing makes everything complicated,” he muttered to himself, pulling his fingers through his hair before he dragged his hands down his face.

Noli was never one to show vulnerability, so when that kiss left her feeling vulnerable, she tried to resolve it by stepping back into her wet dress. Pulling it over her shoulders, Noli shook her head at Layland's words. "Nope, I don't feel the slightest bit complicated, do you, Kor?" She cocked a brow at her friend, trying to prove that they shouldn't be feeling any type of way about what just happened, despite the fact that her cheeks were flushed and her stomach was in knots. She was trapped in a locked room with these two -- of course she was going to do some crazy things and feel some crazy                         emotions. It was like, psychology.

Kori glared at Noli this time for asking her to agree with another crazy thing out of her mouth. "You're kidding me right? I don't even believe in all the hype around kissing and I know all this kissing business between us is making things more complicated!" She yelled, putting her hands on her hips even though she hadn't even finished putting on her jacket. "You two kissing: complicated, Me and layland kissing: also somehow really fucking complicated, and now you kissing me is somehow even MORE complicated and I know that you know it too. Otherwise you wouldn't be putting on a dress that you literally just took out of the sink. What the fuck is going on here?" Kori asked, exasperatedly sliding down onto the ground with their back against the wall dramatically.

Layland looked back over at Kori as they began to -- go off, so to say. He swallowed, letting his eyes skim over their face before he looked over at Noli. He licked his lips, knowing that what Kori was saying was going through his mind when he ended up kissing the both of them; but he'd never had the balls to say anything about it. He pushed himself off of the door and moved to settle down next to them. He rested his arms on his knees, letting out a soft breath of air before he shrugged. "I've got a thing for both of you," he confessed, looking at his fingers in front of him that were tapping on his knees.

Noli crossed her arms over her chest, only half-covered by her dress, and let the fabric slide down to the floor again. Kori was right. She hated to admit it, but they were. And so was Layland. She knew there was no reason to be jealous. And she wasn't...not really. Layland wouldn't have kissed her like that at WaltFest if he didn't like her. And he wouldn't have reacted the way he did to kissing Kori if he didn't like them, too. It made sense that he liked both of them. "Okay," she shrugged, leaning her hip against the sink, unable to look up from the floor and into either of their eyes. "This is all so much weirder than I planned it," she admitted out loud. It was pathetic for her to admit that she'd planned any of it at all, and she knew. "You--" she indicated Layland, "--were supposed to be my junior year romance, and you -- " She indicated Kori, "-- were supposed to b my best friend that I finally locked down as my best friend. We weren't supposed to be fighting over the same guy because I don't want to fight with you."

Kori wished there was some way to slide down onto the ground after already being on the ground without having to put her head on the bathroom floor. This was all a lot and Kori was both super lit with the knowledge that Noli considered her her best friend and Layland liked her too, while also just exhausted at how weird amd complex this whole situation was. "I don't want to fight with you either, Noli. Especially not over Layland. I thought you two were going to be a thing too and I was cool with it. It's much more my aesthetic to silently pine over a cute guy anyway." Kori scrunched their legs up and practically tucked themselves into a little ball of embarrassment on the floor. "What are we going to do?"

Layland cast his gaze away again as Noli's dress fell from her body, clearing his throat and moving his arms so they were folded across his chest. His brow rose when she said that she had planned something -- and he couldn't help but laugh. He hadn't been surprised that she had planned stuff out. His eyes settled on her once more, feeling his stomach doing the dumb flutter thing it had done when they had kissed -- his face heating up slightly when she mentioned a romance. He glanced over at Kori as Noli began to talk about them, falling silent as he listened to the two of them talk to each other. He let out a soft breath of air, pausing as he thought of a good answer to Kori's question -- but there wasn't one. There hadn't been one. Unless...well, it wouldn't hurt to give it a shot. "What if -- you guys didn't have to fight over me? Or feel weird," he cleared his throat, sitting up from his position on the floor as his eyes flicked between them, "I kinda talked to my brother about it and I thought it was a stupid idea at the time, but -- I mean, why can't I date you both?" He paused, letting his eyes flick between the two of them before he cleared his throat -- shifting awkwardly on the floor. "Or it still could be a stupid idea and we could just forget that it happened and all be friends again."

Noli shot a glare at Layland for laughing at her being dumb. She was allowed to make fun of herself for thinking she could build her perfect junior year, but he wasn't. But her gaze softened a little when their eyes met, and she turned back to Kori. She hated the idea of them silently pining over Layland, and not because she wanted him all to herself, but because it would be awful to date him knowing her best friend was silently pining. Like, what kind of Regina George would she be if she did that to Kori? And she wanted to tell them that, but then Layland spoke up. She cocked a brow when he began, wondering where the hell this could possibly be going. At first, she immediately got on the defensive; stood akimbo and laughed in his face that he would have the audacity to suggest such a thing just because he was a hot guy that had two people interested in him. It was such a douchey thing to say. "Wow, you really are Greek," she scoffed, rolling her eyes...But then, thinking about it, Noli knew that if they were to hypothetically do that -- share him, or whatever -- she wouldn't be jealous of Kori. And if she ever did get jealous of Kori, she'd rather have their friendship than a boyfriend any day. So...what was really stopping her from agreeing? "I mean, how would that even work? Like...shared custody?" she chortled, shaking her head. It was a crazy idea. So dumb. So dumb.

Kori 's nose instantly scrunched up at the idea of she and Noli dating Layland together and her arms tightened around her legs once Noli started to rip down the idea. Kori had actually thought the idea sounded just fine for a second there. Since she and Noli were best friends that happened to like the same boy, simply sharing him seemed like the best remedy to avoid anymore weird jealous tension. "Why would there have to be custody? We all hang out together anyway, how much different would it really be if he's dating us? Aside from like, kissing and holding hands? He has two hands, Nol."

Layland rolled his eyes at Noli’s comment, sticking his tongue out at her. “Polyamory isn’t just s Greek thing, Noli.” But what surprised him the most was how Kori was agreeing to it. Honestly, he hadn’t been expecting either one of them to agree to it— because it did seem like a pretty dumb idea, especially when Noli turned it down. A smile grew on his lips at their words, nodding before his eyes flicked over to Noli once more. “Yeah! Exactly, it wouldn’t be custody or anything. We’d all hang out and things could still be normal. I’d just be — kissing and hand holding both of you,” his eyebrows pressed together when he realized how strange that sounded before he let out a soft laugh, “You know what I mean. But I’m not gonna choose between you two. I can’t.”

Noli sucked in a breath, suddenly feeling very cornered. She didn't hate the idea, and she certainly liked them both well enough, it just....This wasn't how it was supposed to go! Running her hands over her face, Noli exhaled deeply and stood tall with a roll of her eyes. She really did want to date Layland. It freaked her out how much she wanted to date him...And she liked Kori just as much so why not? "Okay!" she shrugged exasperatedly, her face going between confused that she'd agreed to this and elated that she finally had a boyfriend. And not just a boyfriend, but a best friend that wanted her friendship badly enough to agree to something so crazy. "Whatever, you know how much I love to be a weirdo so let's be weird!" she chuckled, clapping her palms over the redness that had formed on her cheeks. Every time she tried to fly under the radar and do things that wouldn't draw attention to her, the universe just wouldn't let her. Guess it wasn't meant to be. "...We should probably get dressed," she offered, wringing out her dress into the sink.

Kori grinned widely when Noli finally agreed and let out a breath she didn't even know she was holding as she unrolled herself from the little Kori ball she'd made on the floor in order to stand up and pick her shirt up off the ground. "Oh dang. This has got to be the weirdest way to get a boyfriend in the history of Walt." Kori remarked inspecting their shirt, only to realize none of the redness had really come out of the white fabric. Tossing the shirt in the garbage, Kori just shrugged and zipped their jacket up a little. "It's more punk rock without a shirt anyway. Plus this is Sage's shirt so yolo."

Layland chuckled at how exasperated the brunette sounded. "You sound like it's this the worst thing that's ever happened to you." But he could tell that she was just trying to act cool. Or maybe it hadn't been ideal situation, but he had that gut feeling that it would work. "It's not that weird. Maybe at first, but it's not that weird." He let out a laugh at Kori's words, giving a shrug and giving them a gentle nudge. "I mean, maybe, but it can't be the first time it's happened. He pushed himself up clearing his throat and nodding. "You should definitely get dressed." He let out a soft laugh, rubbing the back of his neck before he offered Kori his arm, raising his eyebrow at them with a crooked smile.

Noli stepped into her dress, only the bodice of it still wet, as the water slid off of the metallic material of the skirt much easier. "I know," she shrugged to Layland. "I'm no stranger to weird relationships -- my parents aren't even attracted to each other and I have gay alien uncles. Sue me for wanting to be normal for once," she poked her tongue out at him, before fixing her hair and makeup a little bit in the mirror. "You think other people have gotten half-naked in the bathroom at a homecoming dance and decided to pursue a three-way relationship?" Noli joked, not even waiting for Layland to offer her his other arm before taking it herself. "Cause I mean, they could've saved us a lot of trouble and just given us this idea in the first place."

Kori snickered at Noli's comeback about whether their kind of situation had ever happened in the bathroom before and took Layland's offered arm. "I mean, honestly. I truly could've done without the punch in my hair if there were actually people around with prior experience in this kind of thing." Kori looked over for a final group once over to make sure they were all okay looking despite the circumstances and grinned at the sight of herself and Noli linked up with Layland, before going to unlock the bathroom door.

Layland smiled when she mentioned knowing about weird relationships, raising his eyebrows when she mentioned gay alien uncles — but deciding not to question it. “There’s nothing weird about our relationship. It’s just — different.” And there was nothing wrong with that. He hummed, his smile only growing when Kori took his offered arm and when Noli took his other one without even asking. He felt better, knowing that there wasn’t going to be that weird tension between the three of them anymore. That everyone got what they wanted and they were happy. It felt good. It felt right. He hummed, watching as Kori unlocked the door. He pulled his arm away from Noli, taking her hand in his instead before he moved toward Kori and took their hand in his other one. “Let’s go rock the rest of homecoming.”

[cayofeliz]

Cayo might not be the smartest boy in all of Walt, but he did have a pretty good inkling that if he’d asked Kamille Bjorgman to be his homecoming date, she would have turned him down flat. He had a feeling no amount of social status from being football captain would make it worth her while to spend a few hours giving him her undivided attention, but still, in the days leading up to the dance his palms would get all sweaty and his heart would beat a little faster every time he accidentally imagined himself at least dancing with her one time. Now the big night was finally here and Kamille looked so pretty and he couldn’t help himself -- he walked over to where she was standing with a group of other cheerleaders, a huge grin on his face as he decided to go the direct route, asking, “Hi! You look really pretty tonight. Do you want to dance with me? I promise I won’t step on your feet.”

@kamillebjorgman

[bianca-sommers]

homecoming 2k17  → bianca sommers

[dazzlinglux]

Lux watched as the dance started dwindling down. Kids were standing against the wall, some had even started to leave…And him? No crown, no Sage. What a bust this night had been. Glancing across the dance floor, he spotted a familiar face with her nose in a book (as always) and approached her. “What’re you in for, princess?” he asked jokingy, squeezing in to sit next to Delia J and mimic her classic pout by resting his chin on the palm of his hand and staring our forlornly at the rest of the dance. Then, realizing that DJ wasn’t even a student there anymore, Lux knit his brows and glanced at her. “Wait, what are you even doing here?” He didn’t mean for it to sound as obnoxious as it probably came out. ( @deliajubilee )

[dallasdwarf]

[victorywestergaard]