Re: The Lovers Arcana
Posted: Mon Apr 01, 2019 6:58 am
Artem spent a solid thirty seconds in shocked silence. Which was fine, as it were, since Amelia was perfectly happy to fill the silence herself.
Amelia was a good friend. But he wasn't interested in her in any other sense, as he'd only just reaffirmed to himself. Of course, friends certainly went to prom together, it wasn't an event solely for romantic pairings or else more than half of their senior class would have nowhere to go and that would probably result in some sort of discrimination lawsuit. It was hardly unusual. Especially from someone as... he wasn't sure if innocent was the right word, or if naive was too uncharitable, but something in that ballpark felt about accurate. More than likely Amelia herself hadn't even considered any potential implication of her words beyond wanting to have a good time with her friends. Which probably made him the strange one for overthinking the matter so thoroughly.
Prom, though. Did he want to go to prom? With Amelia? At the very least that erased his fear of being left alone all night. He had no concerns about her leaving him hanging. Though she would probably want to dance, which would be an obstacle to navigate when it came about, he supposed. He'd been all too ready to give a sympathetic nod when Amelia said she didn't have a date (which he expected, not because she wasn't pretty or anything, but because certainly they would have heard about it by now) and perhaps waited a few days before asking if she'd like to go stargazing or something instead. It would be something to do, and would get his mind off of what he was missing, and would probably be more interesting than his actual plan for prom night, which boiled down to "get high and then ???".
... He shouldn't go to prom high, right? Amelia didn't smoke. He was pretty sure.
He was getting off topic.
He looked at Amelia. She really was a pretty girl, and fun to spend time with, and this was the sort of once-and-a-lifetime circumstance that he'd like to have in his back pocket of experiences in case the topic ever came up in his writing. He hadn't exactly had other plans. And if it was a total disaster, well, it was one night in his life. He couldn't imagine it would be worse than dull, and dull was, at least, tolerable.
He knew it would make Dolly happy, too, and that never wasn't a factor.
"Okay." He nodded. "Sure, okay. That sounds... doable."
Amelia was a good friend. But he wasn't interested in her in any other sense, as he'd only just reaffirmed to himself. Of course, friends certainly went to prom together, it wasn't an event solely for romantic pairings or else more than half of their senior class would have nowhere to go and that would probably result in some sort of discrimination lawsuit. It was hardly unusual. Especially from someone as... he wasn't sure if innocent was the right word, or if naive was too uncharitable, but something in that ballpark felt about accurate. More than likely Amelia herself hadn't even considered any potential implication of her words beyond wanting to have a good time with her friends. Which probably made him the strange one for overthinking the matter so thoroughly.
Prom, though. Did he want to go to prom? With Amelia? At the very least that erased his fear of being left alone all night. He had no concerns about her leaving him hanging. Though she would probably want to dance, which would be an obstacle to navigate when it came about, he supposed. He'd been all too ready to give a sympathetic nod when Amelia said she didn't have a date (which he expected, not because she wasn't pretty or anything, but because certainly they would have heard about it by now) and perhaps waited a few days before asking if she'd like to go stargazing or something instead. It would be something to do, and would get his mind off of what he was missing, and would probably be more interesting than his actual plan for prom night, which boiled down to "get high and then ???".
... He shouldn't go to prom high, right? Amelia didn't smoke. He was pretty sure.
He was getting off topic.
He looked at Amelia. She really was a pretty girl, and fun to spend time with, and this was the sort of once-and-a-lifetime circumstance that he'd like to have in his back pocket of experiences in case the topic ever came up in his writing. He hadn't exactly had other plans. And if it was a total disaster, well, it was one night in his life. He couldn't imagine it would be worse than dull, and dull was, at least, tolerable.
He knew it would make Dolly happy, too, and that never wasn't a factor.
"Okay." He nodded. "Sure, okay. That sounds... doable."