I’ve been writing over at I Think I Can Write because…just because….And blogger…Just because…
Eh, I’m just winging it. I need to get this done as I have yet another busy week ahead of me. *sigh*
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NEITHER HERE, NOR THERE
Saturday, June 20, 1987
Mary recalls the events that has lead up to today. Sure she enjoys being a cheerleader and going to pep rallies, but she was always planning on not going to prom due to the emotions all around her.
Dances are nothing like pep rallies. During pep rallies, all is forgotten as you’re cheering on your team. Dances are filled with all kinds of mixed emotions. Prom is ten times worse in Mary’s mind because of all the hormonal energies that senior students tend to have.
Some students are eighteen or nineteen. Some are still seventeen, waiting to turn eighteen in the summer or fall. And yet, these teenagers feel awkward and can’t open up until they drink alcohol of some sort.
She definitely was dreading prom, but Ingrid–her mother–assured her this prom was going to be different than all the rest.
“The prom theme is the early sixties. You know, like the Frankie and Annette era. Trust me, it won’t be those puffy dresses you’ve been dreading about.”
“How do,” Mary paused mid-sentence. She realized then knowing too much could jeopardize the future. She was only there to find out why Stacy put her there.
“Just out of curiosity,” Ingrid began. “How many times have you traveled into the past?”
“This would be my first.” Mary was starting to feel a little bit worried.
“Without going into too much detail,” Ingrid continues. “Your name here is Margaret Daniels.”
“Okay,” Mary said with hesitation.
Just then, there was a knock on the door. Jeremiah–after having explained to him when he woke up on the couch what was going on–was standing behind the door. Mary noticed he was dressed in blue jeans, a white t-shirt, a black leather jacket, and black Converse sneakers.
“And you,” Ingrid turned to Jeremiah. “Your name is Jonathan.” He nodded at her words.
At that moment, Mary felt like her head was going to fall off. So much was starting to make sense, but she had to push this all aside. She had a mission, and she had to find out fast what was going on and why. She needed to get back to her time.
Ingrid smiled and changed the subject. “This will be easy for the both of you. Mary, you are my cousin and Jeremiah is your boyfriend. It’s plain and simple.” She paused to think up her next set of words carefully. “It’ll be like taking a random walk through life. Don’t think about it all cause you’ll just get dizzy. Just think of it as a game. Just play the game.”
School came and gone. Before they knew it, the three of them were getting dressed for prom.
Mary agreed to wearing a pink and black tulle dress with a sweetheart neckline. She has her hair half back, and a set of pearls around her neck. Ingrid decided to doll Mary up with classic red lipstick. Mary doesn’t usually wear too much makeup as she doesn’t like to draw attention to herself, but for prom, Ingrid insisted upon it.
Mary didn’t argue with her. Besides, she noticed the color red made her lips look like they were somewhat there, and not little like they normally appear. But none of that matters now. What matters now is how Jeremiah is staring at her as the nineteen sixty-one song, “The Way You Look Tonight” by the Lettermen is playing.
“Would you like to dance?” Jeremiah asks Mary.
She smiles and takes his hand as he leads her to the dance floor.
♪♫Some day, when I’m awfully low
And the world is cold
I will feel a glow just thinking of you
And the way you look tonight♪♫
“Let us always meet each other with smile, for the smile is the beginning of love,” Jeremiah says lowly as he quotes Mother Teresa.
“What?” Mary asks. She’s having a hard time hearing anything over the music.
“Nothing,” he says a bit louder. “I was just saying how nice you look tonight.”
She just stares at him. She never knows what his true emotions are.
“Not that you look bad any other day,” he quickly speaks, interrupting her thoughts. “You always look great. I just mean,” he pauses for a moment to gather his words.
She smiles at him. She’s never heard him get tongue-tied before. “It’s alright,” she quickly answers before he can speak any further. “I understand what you’re saying. You look nice too.”
Jeremiah is wearing a black suit. The bottom of his pants are cuffed, and you can see his sneakers. He wore sneakers because upon reading everyone’s minds, he was listening to the thoughts of the guys, and they all decided on wearing Converse. He didn’t want to show he wasn’t from their era.
He gives himself a mental shake and swallows at what he’s about to do. He gently brushes Mary’s cheek and is about to kiss her when suddenly Mary turns around.
Jeremiah doesn’t need to ask Mary what’s wrong. He can hear her thoughts. She feels a set of eyes on her.
As she looks around to focus in, she finds the pair of eyes that are greeting her. It’s Brave, her ex-boyfriend, but how?