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Authors: Claire Davis, Al Stewart
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used to leave me? Before your dad put his foot down. I never spent any of it. I just put it all in a pile and tried to forget about it.”
Adam began to smile. “And you’re coming with me? For real?”
“Yes.” He waited for Adam to question what he would be wearing and thought he might test him a bit, with talk of charity shops and trousers borrowed from Kevin.
But Adam was up and flying towards him, and soon they were in bed, making noises that probably made Dickens blush.
* * *
They were to meet at the corner of Adam’s block, so they could walk together to the hall where the dance took place. Of course Adam had nattered on about limousines, but Tork had easily shut him up, saying they could turn up on Adam’s bike.
It was bright, chilly darkness, and Tork had arrived ten minutes early, so he could watch Adam turn the corner and prepare himself for the night ahead.
He was not going to be nervous. He was not going to freeze, or run, or make Adam look stupid in front of his friends. He wanted to give this night to Adam so much…for Adam to be proud of him.
But his hands shook slightly as all the students milled about, wearing gowns and suits.
He was not going to be an outsider tonight, though, because he had the world’s best boyfriend, he had Dickens the cat, and he had a family just waiting to know him. Tonight, there were no rules.
Tork took a deep breath, and waited.
* * *
Adam
“No,” he said firmly, and shut the door on them. They banged for a while. There was even a kick.
“Adam! Come on, you can’t turn up sober! We have fifteen kinds of drink here.”
“No,” he repeated, and eventually they left him alone to begin the long and magnificent process of making himself utterly drop-dead gorgeous.
But it was weird. With every spray of cologne, he felt more nervous. With each tiny peep in the mirror, he became more and more convinced that going to the dance was a terrible mistake. He wished he was wearing jeans and a sweater. What was he thinking? Tork would hate it all, his friends would be idiots, and what a waste of money anyway.
“Jeez, Adam,” he said to his (awesome) reflection in the mirror. “You are one sad loser.”
But there was no denying, he looked fantastic.
He decided to meet Tork anyway and suggest they just go home to Citywise together. Dickens would be pleased to see them.
But when Adam turned the corner, he had a minor seizure of the heart, eyes, and trousers. Tork looked utterly brilliant in his dark suit. His green hair and unusual features just shone under the street light. He looked special and fine, but that was nothing new to Adam.
What made him start was the way Tork stood—confidently—nodding and laughing with a bunch of drunken girls. Adam stepped backwards, almost certain he did not know this man and had no place at his side.
But Tork saw him and waved excitedly. After a few seconds of furious blinking, Adam waved back and ran to meet him.
The Christmas Eve Dance
Tork
Adam led him to the archway and squeezed his hand hard.
“You OK? You sure?” he asked, and that made Tork resolutely step through the boughs into another world.
It was massive…overwhelming…like an engulfing cosmos, pulsating with brilliant life.
“Oh my god, it’s disgusting! They went to town with this. Looks like Harry Potter’s grotto,” said Adam.
The great hall was spectacular, plastered with ornate decorations and brilliant flowers. It was tacky, synthetic, and utterly beautiful. There were balloons, lights, 3D images, and little waterfalls illuminated by floating candles.
“I’m so sorry it’s so crap. You wanna go home? We can, if you want?” Adam asked worriedly. Suddenly Tork let go of the last brick to his fortress and opened his eyes.
He saw it all, sucking it in like he was starving. It was so different to the drunken horror he’d expected, and so much better. Instead of people throwing up, it looked like a scene from a Jane Austen book.
There was no
Adam began to smile. “And you’re coming with me? For real?”
“Yes.” He waited for Adam to question what he would be wearing and thought he might test him a bit, with talk of charity shops and trousers borrowed from Kevin.
But Adam was up and flying towards him, and soon they were in bed, making noises that probably made Dickens blush.
* * *
They were to meet at the corner of Adam’s block, so they could walk together to the hall where the dance took place. Of course Adam had nattered on about limousines, but Tork had easily shut him up, saying they could turn up on Adam’s bike.
It was bright, chilly darkness, and Tork had arrived ten minutes early, so he could watch Adam turn the corner and prepare himself for the night ahead.
He was not going to be nervous. He was not going to freeze, or run, or make Adam look stupid in front of his friends. He wanted to give this night to Adam so much…for Adam to be proud of him.
But his hands shook slightly as all the students milled about, wearing gowns and suits.
He was not going to be an outsider tonight, though, because he had the world’s best boyfriend, he had Dickens the cat, and he had a family just waiting to know him. Tonight, there were no rules.
Tork took a deep breath, and waited.
* * *
Adam
“No,” he said firmly, and shut the door on them. They banged for a while. There was even a kick.
“Adam! Come on, you can’t turn up sober! We have fifteen kinds of drink here.”
“No,” he repeated, and eventually they left him alone to begin the long and magnificent process of making himself utterly drop-dead gorgeous.
But it was weird. With every spray of cologne, he felt more nervous. With each tiny peep in the mirror, he became more and more convinced that going to the dance was a terrible mistake. He wished he was wearing jeans and a sweater. What was he thinking? Tork would hate it all, his friends would be idiots, and what a waste of money anyway.
“Jeez, Adam,” he said to his (awesome) reflection in the mirror. “You are one sad loser.”
But there was no denying, he looked fantastic.
He decided to meet Tork anyway and suggest they just go home to Citywise together. Dickens would be pleased to see them.
But when Adam turned the corner, he had a minor seizure of the heart, eyes, and trousers. Tork looked utterly brilliant in his dark suit. His green hair and unusual features just shone under the street light. He looked special and fine, but that was nothing new to Adam.
What made him start was the way Tork stood—confidently—nodding and laughing with a bunch of drunken girls. Adam stepped backwards, almost certain he did not know this man and had no place at his side.
But Tork saw him and waved excitedly. After a few seconds of furious blinking, Adam waved back and ran to meet him.
The Christmas Eve Dance
Tork
Adam led him to the archway and squeezed his hand hard.
“You OK? You sure?” he asked, and that made Tork resolutely step through the boughs into another world.
It was massive…overwhelming…like an engulfing cosmos, pulsating with brilliant life.
“Oh my god, it’s disgusting! They went to town with this. Looks like Harry Potter’s grotto,” said Adam.
The great hall was spectacular, plastered with ornate decorations and brilliant flowers. It was tacky, synthetic, and utterly beautiful. There were balloons, lights, 3D images, and little waterfalls illuminated by floating candles.
“I’m so sorry it’s so crap. You wanna go home? We can, if you want?” Adam asked worriedly. Suddenly Tork let go of the last brick to his fortress and opened his eyes.
He saw it all, sucking it in like he was starving. It was so different to the drunken horror he’d expected, and so much better. Instead of people throwing up, it looked like a scene from a Jane Austen book.
There was no
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