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[ of course, as it turns out, the one thing that she's forgotten to mention to lyssa was the fact that she didn't really have a convenient method of transportation. all she'd asked for the location & time, thinking that would have been enough. of course it hadn't been.

... oh well.

hooking her small messenger bag-slash-purse on her shoulder, she bids her dad goodbye after reassuring him that she'll be back by ten (yes, yes, don't worry, just the mall--). & promptly feels glad that she left two hours before the time she's supposed to meet lyssa 'cause she just missed the bus & the next one won't be arriving for another half-hour. she settles down, pews & waits. long story short (after she subtracts the bus ride & all the weird things her hair is doing in the humidity), she manages to get to the mall in once piece: none of her organs are missing, her dress isn't ripped up, & no one had shoved her head down a toilet. day's pretty good so far (where's wood to knock on when she needed some?). 'cept the fact that she's probably a few minutes late, but--

... oh well.

she'll apologize to lyssa as soon as she can find him. ]

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[ doesn't let go of dress, but she does manage to free an arm to hug him back, gripping at him tightly as she shakes her head against his shoulder. her voice comes out quiet & muffled: ]

It's not your fault.

[ he'd like to say otherwise, but he'll save the self-pity for later. shakes his head and strokes her hair a little, pushing his face into her hair. murmurs: ]

You wanna go home?

[ turns her face so that she's not getting any snot on lyssa's suit.

she did want to go home, but did lyssa? it's his prom too; not fair to ruin it just because there were people in the school that would gladly see her suffer. still-- ]

I can't dance with-- my mom's-- [ hic. ] like this.

[ squeezes her gently, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head. ]

I know. [ pulls away slowly, quirking a small, encouraging smile. ] Let's get you back home. Okay?

[ tightens her grip briefly. ]

I can. . . get a taxi. [ leans away to dig around for her phone in her bag (which had miraculously survived the ambush). shows it to lyssa as if to prove that yes, she did manage to save her phone. ]

[ shakes his head, standing while reaching out for one of her hands. ]

I don't want to be here without you. Come on, I'll take you back in my car.

[ puts the phone back & quickly looks down at her hands, checking which of them is cleaner. reaches out with her left hand. ]

I'm sorry. . .

[ releases her hand to instead wrap the arm around her shoulders, pulling her close as he begins their walk. ]

Don't be. It's okay.

[ suddenly grinds to a halt, squeezing his hand as tightly as she can to hide her shaking. ]

It's your prom too.

[ blinks over at her, stopping. ]

But I don't care about prom.

[ lifts her head, expression finally smoothing out a little. ]

. . . You don't?

[ shakes his head, smiling down at her. ]

Not if you're not there. [ squeezes her gently again. ] I just like spending time with you.

[ lets out a hiccup for an entirely different reason & gives a faint nod. ]

. . . Me too.

[ continues them forward again, finally smiling fully. ]

Then I hope that I get into both schools I applied for. That way I can go to yours without any regrets.

[ follows along more obediently this time, peering up at him curiously. ]

But. . . you wanted to go overseas? [ when lyssa got in to a foreign college, he was going to go to that, right? ]

[ hums, looking elsewhere in (supposed) thought. ]

I'd be too far away from you. That would suck.

Email, texting, video chatting?

But I can't hug you over video chat...

[ oh. that's true... she likes hugs. ]

We could make up for it with care packages.

[ laughs a little and shakes his head. ]

It's okay, I don't need London. I'm happiest when I'm with you or my family.

[ finally seems to be able to smile back. ]

Okay. [ if lyssa's sure, then she's not going to question it any more than that. she'll pray that she also gets into her mom's school too, if only for this. ]

[ gives another soft smile before his gaze goes elsewhere, spotting the back exit after a minute or so of wandering around. when they get outside he peers around a corner to make sure that nobody is outside, hurrying them both to the parking lot.

after he gets amanda into the car he's heading to his side, though before he gets there he takes out his phone to check it. frowns a bit (in confusion?) when he notices that he didn't get a returning text, though ends up just shrugging and pocketing the phone again. (he's probably working on a project or sleeping. i'll call tomorrow.)

hops in the car and situates himself before taking off, giving amanda another one of his smiles as they head on back to her place. ]

[ places her bag between her feet so that she can put the strips torn from her dress on her lap, giving them comforting strokes with a hand. ]

Do you think I can fix this? [ probably not as good as it once was, but still good enough to be worn? ]

[ only looks over when they stop at a light, observing the dress with a critical look. when he's done stitching and putting it back together in his mind he nods. ]

It's salvageable. [ continues their journey when the light turns green. ] But it'll take some time. Want me to give it a go with you?

[ ~~kwehs~~ sighs softly & gathers the strips close to her chest again. ]

Yeah. Okay. [ with lyssa's help, it'll be okay. she can fix this... & if everything fails, she can always go & find a professional service with old dresses or something. she works now, so she can save up for it. ]