Messy Teenager’s Bedroom
“What do you think of this one?” Sam asked, her finger swiping across the screen of his iPhone. The picture changed along with the sound that filled the room. What had been a fast rock anthem changed to something slower, a ballad with beautiful lyrics and a beat much less frantic than before.
Ada relaxed back into the abundance of pillows that lined Sam’s bed. “Better,” she said, closing her eyes and letting herself feel the beat, the lead singer’s quiet rasp keeping her grounded. She was thankful for the change; the last song had kept her already strung-out nerves on high, her heart beating faster than the frantic drum beat. She forced her voice not to waver. “I wish they’d play more music like this at those stupid dances.”
High School Dance Setting
Sam chuckled, “I don’t think our peers would be too happy if you got your way.”
Ada felt the bed move, but she kept her eyes closed. She ran his thumb across the corsage that hugged her wrist. The flowers were softer than her skin. Sam’s warm breath tickled her shoulder and a
of goosebumps ran down her body. Ada took a deep breath, remembering the awful music they’d played, the looks people gave the two of them when they thought she wasn’t paying attention. She sighed, “I think everyone would have much more fun if they opened their mind a bit more.”
“Most people don’t like the same things as you, Ada. It’s part of what I like about you.”
“There’s more?” she asked. She could feel a grin smothering the frown that she’d left the dance with.
“Don’t ask questions you already know the answer to,” Sam answered.
“Fine,” Ada said, laughing under her breath. “I was just giving you the opportunity to elaborate, you know, if you wanted to.”
Rainbow Colored Lights
Sam didn’t move or say anything. Ada opened her eyes, looking first to the colorful lights that adorned the ceiling, then to Sam. She was fidgeting with the white aux cord that was plugged into her phone. It bent back and forth, the hole at the base of the cord becoming more and more prominent with each twist. “You’re going to give yourself a shock if you’re not–”
Red and Black Corsage
“I should have asked you to dance,” Sam interrupted.
“Oh.” Ada’s eyes fell to her wrist, the red rose and the black ribbon draped gently over it. She tugged on it and picked the frayed ends.
Ada inhaled, the air that filled her lungs combating the nerves that threatened her composure. She moved her hand, slightly but just enough for a single finger to wrap around Sam’s thumb. She used her own to stroke the small patch of skin below her knuckle. “It’s not your fault, Sammy, you know that. Nothing would be the same.”
Rainbow Light Reflection in Eyes
Sam nodded, a flash of the colorful lights catching in her eyes. “It still doesn’t feel right.”
“I know,” Ada whispered, the silence too loud as the song ended and their words ceased. She squeezed Sam’s fingers, then pulled the cord away from her other hand. “Play that song again, would you?”
The lyrics began again, the soft guitar riff returning. She put the phone down and Ada stood from the bed, pulling Sam up with her.
“The red suits you,” Sam said, eyes lingering on the rose.
“Just dance with me, alright?”