Chapter 5.... Prom Night.
Foncé stood outside waiting for Stephany in the school parking lot. The suit was a little baggy, but not horrible. He examined the rose he had picked from the garden in front of the house.
A long white limo pulled up. Stephany stepped out wearing a long white flowy dress that fadded into pink. Her hair was slightly curly at the ends. "Foncey!!!!" She ran up to hug him, but he held the rose in front of him like a sheild of thorns; stopping her. 'Wait! Did she just call me Foncey??!!! What the hell!?'
She took the rose delicately in her hand. "You look so sexy to night." She fluttered her fake eye lashes. "Eh, Thank you... you look beautiful." He held out his arm to walk her inside.
They walked into the school gym; filled with the school's colors. Black and blue ballons sat on every table, streamers and a giant paper mach'aa shark hung from the cealing. "Wow, this year looks better than last year!" Stephany pulled Foncé over to a small table for two. Anne, the girl with the red sweater and some other girl walked up. "Hey Steph... is this your date?" Anne waved. "Hi Foncé, I'm Stacey and this is Ashley Mailliw." She waved. Foncé waved attempting to be nice, even though he really didn't want to be.
He looked away and saw someone sitting across from them... they had long black hair pulled back into a neat ponytail. 'Sah-mule!?' Foncé eagerly tried to see if it were him. They turned their head. It was just a girl. Crap... Sah-mule would not be proud to be mistaken for girl. Thank God he won't know. Foncé cleverly thought.
"Our dates didn't show up... can we share yours?" Ashley winked and pulled up two chairs. "No, sorry this table is for two people only." Stephany kicked the chairs away. "There's four sides to every table Steph!"
"So does your personality!"
The other two girls gasped. "Let's sit somewhere else. Stephany is gonna need all the room she can get with that ego... and her a**.
She smiled as they walked away. "That... was kind of harsh, Stephany. Not letting your own friends sit with you and saying that." She glared at Foncé. "So! You want to be their date too!?" Foncé sat straight in his seat. 'It sucks just being your date!' He wanted to say, but thought better of it. "I don't want to be their date. Just yours, but... you could at least let them sit with you." He loosened his tie a little. "I'm being harsh!!!?? Here's the deal! You can be my date and get me a glass of punch! OR!!! Dump me OUT of my chair and be NO ONE'S DATE!!!!" She sat back in her chair with a sly smirk. Knowing that Foncé would never consider dumping her out of her seat.
Foncé stood to go and get the cup of punch for her. Stephany crossed her arms and smiled. He poured the two glasses. He heard a scream and then a thud behind him. He turned and saw Stephany dumped out of her chair...by Sah-mule.
"All ya had to do was ask Steph." He smiled in an evil way. Foncé walked over with the two cups. "If we weren't at school, I wouldn't have any trouble giving you a 'punch' either." Sah-mule cracked his fingers. "Foncé! HELP- ME- UP!!!" Stephany screamed. Foncé looked from Stephany to Sah-mule. "Don't worry Sah-mule... I got her punch." Foncé smiled as he poured the red punch all over her white dress. Sah-mule laughed and sat in her chair. "Ugh! Get out of my seat!"
"Hell no." Stephany went to pull up a chair, but Foncé kicked it away. "Eup! This table is for two people only. Sorry, your ego won't fit." Foncé smiled. "WE ARE SOOO THROUGH FONCÉ BRISÉ LE CœUR!!!!! THROUGH!!!!!" She stampered off. "We were dating?" Sah-mule laughed. "Screw her. C'mon let's dance. Speaking of her.. don't ever confuse me as a girl again."
"What?! I'd never-."
"I saw you looking at her." Sah-mule smirked.
"Eh.. C'mon! The song is almost over!" Sah-mule shrugged and walked to the dance floor. It was a fast rock song so, there couldn't be any harm done.
Foncé just realized how nice Sah-mule could clean up. His hair was pulled back in a red satin ribbon, with a matching corsoge. His suit was neatly pressed. He had onyx buttons on his cuff links and another on the knot on his black tie. This one was red though.
Foncé felt kind of funny bouncing back and forth. He didn't know how to dance! He felt like he was taking up room because Sah-mule kept getting closer and ..... then.. he kissed him.
Foncé froze, the room was spinning.. Sah-mule puled away. "W-WHAT THE HELL!!!!????" Foncé ran out the doors. He ran off to the school's garden and fell to his knees. 'What the hell...' He started crying. 'He should know I can't stand to be touched.. Especialy kissed by another guy! He's just like my father! No- not my father- but Shawn!'
Foncé pulled out the knife Sah-mule gave him. He brought it for the walk home to be safe, but now.. he didn't plan on going home. 'I'm sick of that pervert at home, the homo here and the girl I can't believe I was dumb enought to love! Why am I alive!? To suffer?.. and if the suffering won't go... THEN I WILL!' Foncé held the knife to his chest. A single tear rolled down his cheak. Then... he was tackeled! He felt a scrape on his chest running up to his neck before the knife was forced out of his hand. Foncé opened his eyes to see his hand covered in blood... not his though. He looked at the trail of puddles, leading him to where Sah-mule was; lying under a stone bench. The knife was deeply stuck into his chest.. Foncé crawled over and held Sah-mule in his arms. "S-s-s Sah-mule?" Tears rolled down his cheaks and burned his eyes.
Sah-mule opened his eyes slightly. "You're... cute, when you're... worried. "Sah-mule smiled and closed his eyes. "I'm getting help! Stay awake Sah-mule!" Foncé ran to the pay phone dialing 911.
Stay awake Sah-mule.... stay with me....
