Dear journal,
Homecoming was coming quickly and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little excited to spend a night with Scott. When I told my dad and Stephanie, Stephanie was a little hesitant. Of course my dad didn't mind, he just said it was fine. Stephanie on the other hand told me that she didn't know if it was a good idea, and I know it was merely because of my sexuality. She ended up agreeing anyway.
-M

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"You have a nice home," Scott says, running his hand along the wall as I led him throughout the house. My dad convinced Stephanie to go out to dinner with him when I told him Scott was coming tonight. I silently thanked him for that.

"Thanks," I say softly. "You know you didn't have to skip homecoming to come here, right?" I tell him. He smiles softly.

"Homecoming ain't really my scene," he chuckles. "A bunch of sappy, overly romantic kids all slow dancing and grindin' on each other, I think I'd rather skip." I smile. We walked until we reached my door. I opened it and let him in first, me following shortly after.

"This is my room," I say when we enter. Scott turned around and smiled at me. He picked up a picture frame, looking into it intently. I sat on the edge of my bed, watching him observe a photo I knew all too well. "That's my mom," I say softly. He nods.

"She was beautiful," he answers. I smile shortly, looking into my lap. "You look like her," he chuckles. Scott set the photo down and walked around the room more. He seemed fascinated with it. He eyes fell upon my keyboard, in which he turned it on and pressed a few keys. "You play?" He asks. I shake my head.

"I used to," I say. "Kind of lost that passion when my mom left, she was the one who motivated me."

"Play me somethin'," he says. I chuckle and shake my head. "I could go for some Taylor Swift."

"Even if I were to play something, it wouldn't be Taylor Swift," he frowns. "I only learned a few songs anyway, and I sucked at them."

"Well, show me how bad you suck then," he insists. I shake my head with a smile.

"You don't give up, do you?" I ask. He shakes his head. "Plus, playing is just going to bring back some unwanted memories. You know, my mom and all." Scott frowns.

"What was she like?" He asks, sitting next to me. I softly smile. I thought for a moment.

"She was amazing," I start. "She always had this one blue scarf, she wore it with everything, even if it didn't match," I chuckle. "She was like my best friend. She treated everyone with respect and appreciated everything she got in life." I took a short breathe. "She didn't deserve to die." It was silent for a moment, the only sound heard was the sound of our breathing. Scott slowly, shakily placed his hand on my thigh, a sign of reassurance. I smiled at him even though I didn't feel like smiling.

We sat like this for a few minutes, just silent, but it was comfortable. Scotts phone buzzed once, and he picked it up to check it. He giggled softly.

"It's Avi," he says. "He says, and I quote, 'where the fuck is your tall ass?'," Scott chuckles. "I guess the dance started." I look to my little alarm the clock, the time being around 7:00.

"I guess so," I say with a shrug. Scott quickly texted Avi back and tossed his phone in the corner of my room, it landing safely on my carpet. He hopped up and stood in front of me, his hands held out. I grabbed his hands and he lifted me up.

"Do you have a speaker, ya know, that I can plug my phone into?" He asks. I nod and point to the small stereo on my dresser. He smiled and grabbed his phone, plugging it into the AUX cord. Within a minute, a fast, upbeat song was playing. "Since you want to miss your senior homecoming, I require at least two songs tonight." I laugh when he starts to jump around, mimicking some type of dance move. No wonder Homecoming wasn't his scene, this kid couldn't dance! "Come on!" He says.

I laugh softly and join him, embarrassingly hopping around my room, watching as Scott pretended to "whip", which made both of us laugh hysterically. The song seemed like it only lasted a few seconds, although it was actually about three minutes long.

"You got some sick moves, city boy," Scott comments. "Them hips do you well." He says after the songs finishes, pausing the next song that starts to play.

"Wish I could say the same to you," I joke, a bright smile resting in both of our faces.

"Hey, hey, I know I ain't a good dancer," he laughs. "No judgin'."

"What happened to that second song, huh?" I ask. He smiles.

"I haven't gotten there yet," he smirks, his eyes transferring back to his phone as he searches for the second song. A moment later, a familiar song started playing through the speaker. He reaches out one of his hands to me. "May I have this dance?" He asks sweetly. I reach out my hand and grab his, smiling even brighter after realizing that this was the song that played the first time we danced at Armani's party.

His hands slid around my waist, connecting behind me. I threw my arms over his shoulder and lightly touched the back of his neck, my head falling onto his shoulder. We slowly swayed to the soft music, both of us smiling like a mad man.

"If only you knew how much I wanted to kiss you that night at the party," he spoke softly. "I wasn't even thinkin' of gettin' back at Taylor. I just kept lookin' at you and my mind blanked out. I could barely speak at times, but I somehow managed to still look like a cool guy." I chuckle softly.

"I guess I did get you to switch sides for me," I joke. He shakes his head with smile.

"I was already on your side, I was just hidin' it," I nod.

"Of course you were," I answer. We continued to dance to the song, and at one point, my hand was taken off the back of his neck by his hand, only to intertwine our hands instead. Our connected hands sat next to us as the song trickle to the end in which Scott asked me a simple question.

"Do you know how to fly a kite?"