Stoneybrook Ayr

The ties were tied, shoes were shining, dresses were flowing and the coursages left the lingering scent of freshness in the air. It was Senior Prom, four years in the making, and the excitement was palpable.

Brock had wanted to meet Shannon at her place, but they agreed to meet at Millers Park, where it was dark. It was also cold, and Brock could barely tell the difference between his breath and the smoke from the cigarette he was nervously puffing on.

Even though it was dark, he could see Shannon's blonde hair heading his way. He didn't know if he should get up off the swing and greet her, but decided to stay on it.

"Hey," he said, swinging slightly. 

Brock decided after the near catastrophe at the Mall today, he should go and see Shannon, instead of calling her. He needed to see where they stood, and make a decision. Today was a close call, and it made him realise that he missed her too.

It was late, but he could see a light on in Shannon's room. Climbing up to her window turned out to be harder than climbing down, but he managed it, and knocked gently on the glass.

He liked to make an entrance. Plus, he didn't want Mia finding out.

Ty left after all the beers had been drunk, and Brock decided to ignore his friend's advice, and text Shannon. He didn't know if she'd reply or anything, but he thought testing the waters would be safest.

So he sent her a text saying:

sup?

Climbing out of her car, Shannon was surprised to see her father's vehicle in the driveway as well. She checked her watch as she walked to the front door. It was a little before five, which is when she usually arrived home from school after one of her various club meetings. She wondered what he was doing home so early. It was usually seven or eight before he got home. Opening the front door, Shannon was immediately greeted with the muffled sound of her parents arguing. They'd been doing so much better lately, she thought, and now this.

Whatever. She didn't want to be there to hear it. Dropping her backpack on the small chair just inside the entryway, she headed for the phone in the kitchen, looked up Brock's address in the phonebook that was next to it, and exited the kitchen door. It wasn't until she was halfway to Brock's house that she realized he might be out or something. She really should have called, but she wasn't thinking very clearly at the moment. Pulling to a stop in front of his house, she hurried up to the front door and rang the bell. When she didn't get a response, she tried knocking. Still no answer. She didn't want to go to one of her girl friends' houses, not wanting them to worry about her, so instead she sat down on the front porch and waited. He had to come home sooner or later.

On his way home from Ty's, Brock thought about Shannon. Ty had said not to tell her, and Brock knew that was the smart thing to do. Fingering the phone in his pocket, he thought about her. They hadn't spoken in awhile, and maybe she was over it. For some reason, he wanted to know, so he pulled out his phone and scrolled through til he came to her number. After a few seconds of contemplation, he pressed call, fuelled by the thought of her, and a few beers.

"Hey," he said, smiling a little when she answered.

It had been almost a month since the after-party at Sheila's and Shannon still hadn't talked to Brock. She needed to do it soon though, because, really, it was getting ridiculous. Still, how did you even start a conversation like that? 'Hey, I think I might have made out with you on Prom night, but I'm not really sure?' No, surely she could come up with something more tactful than that. Making up her mind that today was going to be the day, she told herself there was no backing out and she was going to hunt down Brock and talk to him. Right after she finished shopping. There was a sale on shorts at Bellair's, after all.

Entering the store, she followed the little pathway that led to the Juniors section. Along the way, she passed the section that contained all the baby items and, much to her surprise, Brock was there. Well, there was no doubt about it now. She had to talk to him. As she approached him, she noticed that he seemed a little nervous. Maybe he was just embarrassed to be shopping there. "Brock?" she spoke up to get his attention.

Let the drama continue!

Let the Junior Prom of 2012 begin!