Broken Frames, Torn Pictures Chapter 13

“This is for my boyfriend, Jove.” The opening notes to ‘Down Together’ started playing. What the hell is she planning?

“We could write our names here in the mud
“No one’s around to see them
“We could hang our shoes right here in a tree
“No one’s around to steal them

“I could give you a star
“You could give me one too
“That way we’d be even
“And I could sing this song way out of tune

“And not care a bit about it.” Thalassa laughed after she actually sang the last two lines out of tune. A laugh somehow managed to force itself from between my lips.

She continued while swaying her hips to the beat of the music.

“We could both wear cowboy hats
“And pretend to speak Italian
“Well I could eat some gum

“And make my breath so minty fresh
“To kiss you
“Your breath will smell like wine
“I like that a lot

“Especially when I kiss you
“And I could hit my funny bone really hard
“And you could call me sweetheart.”

Thalassa seemed to notice that I’m a blushing mess and winked. I hid my cheeks behind my hands, but still watched her.

And who ever said there’s nothing new under the sun
“Never thought much about individuals
“But he’s dead anyways.

“So lets go down together
“Down together
“Well let’s go down together
“Down together
“Down together
“Lets go down together
“Down together
“Down together
“Together
“Yeah, let’s go!”

There was a small part of me that was starting to sense what was going on, but it was choked out by the more rational part that thought that couldn’t possibly happen. Sure, Thalassa would kiss me occasionally, but we weren’t that serious…

The warmness in my cheeks had seeped away, and I went back to leaning on my hands and watching Thalassa sing. Not only was she good at magic, but she had a decent set of pipes on her too. I wonder if she’s ever had vocal training…

“Cars break down, and people break down, and other things break down too…”

God, I love that line. I wonder if Thalassa thinks the same way? I’d have to ask. We had never really analyzed music. She probably wasn’t even interested in doing stuff like that. Most people just listen to the music. They don’t analyze the lyrical structure, or the chords, or anything else like that. I’m just that one weird kid who does that…

Thalassa’s eyes would probably glaze over if I started talking about it.

“We can find a speck of dust

“And scribble down our life story.”

Everyone started clapping, and I realized that I had zoned out of half the song. Now I feel like a dick…

“Jove,”

I looked up at the mention of my name. She probably realized I hadn’t been paying attention.

“Will you go to prom with me?”

Prom?

I blinked.

Prom. As in…

The Prom.

I completely froze. It was almost as if I had been thrown back in time to the moment we first talked.

Everyone in the karaoke bar seemed to be staring at me, but I only noticed Thalassa with her big, beautiful smile. God, just looking at her made me smile like an idiot.

“Yeah, of course!”

She looked the happiest I had ever seen her. She ran off the stage and wrapped me in a tight hug. “For some reason I didn’t think you’d actually say yes, but I’m glad you did.”

I knit my eyebrows together. “Why wouldn’t I say yes? You’re my girlfriend.”

Thalassa shrugged. “I don’t know. I just thought maybe you wouldn’t want to go since you don’t know anyone at my school.”

“Pfft… they don’t care about some rando. At least I hope they don’t…”

“Probably not. I guess I was just doubting myself. I felt like I was a little too showy with asking you too. It felt like I was kinda… pressuring you? I don’t know. I hope I didn’t though. If I did, it’s fine for you to say that you don’t want to go. I won’t be mad, I promise.”

I can’t believe she’s this self-conscious. “No, of course I didn’t feel pressured. Saying that would require me to not want to go in the first place. Personally, I thought it was pretty clever to use ‘Down Together’ to invite me to prom.”

Thalassa leaned her head on my shoulder. This time I actually leaned my head on hers. “You think? Well, I’m flattered.”

“Do you think they’d let me sing a song?” I asked out of nowhere. Well, I knew where it came from… kinda.

“I don’t know. I had to make a reservation.”

“You can do that?”

Thalassa shrugged. “I just said ‘I’m gonna sing a song at this time’ and the DJ said that was fine, so I guess that’s a reservation.”

“Well, I’ll try anyway. I haven’t sung in a while.”

There was a queue 20 people. “Never mind,” I told the DJ who just shrugged and started playing the next song.

Instead of singing, Thalassa and I decided to go out and get my prom outfit.

“I already have my dress, so we’ll just look at the men’s sections.”

“Wow, I’ve tripled my previous wardrobe in just 2 months.” I said as we scanned the racks. “All of these look too stuffy. Maybe we should go more for a casual-formal thing?”

Thalassa frowned. “How about this? It looks like something you would wear.” She pulled a jacket off of a rack. It was red with a popped collar. It kinda reminded me of my bomber jacket a little bit…

I slipped it on. It stopped midway down my torso, but it fit so that was probably how it had been designed. “Wow, this’ really cool. How’d you manage to find it?”

“It just caught my eye, but look,” she took my hat from my dangling hand and placed it square on my head. “It goes with your hat. Now let’s go find you some pants.”

We settled on a pair of slacks that matched the color of my jacket.

“Hm… the only problem I have is that the jacket’s short…” Thalassa was studying my outfit, a slight frown on her face.

Ugh, I don’t want her spending more money. I gotta think of something.”I have a black shirt that I can wear. I just have to wash it…” And I finally say something useful for once!

“I didn’t think about adding black. That would actually tie the outfit together… You’re pretty good at the whole fashion thing!”

“I’m just throwing ideas around. You’re the one who’s playing dress up. I just have to ask, do you do this with everyone you meet?”

Thalassa wrinkled her nose, a devious look in her eye. “Maybe. Now hurry up and change back into your normal clothes. I have to pay for these.”

I slipped off the jacket and handed it to her. “Thalassa?”

“Yes?”

“I love you.”

. . .

Jove and Thalassa had been separated for a few months, and Jove couldn’t believe it. He had managed to learn to deal with Apollo being gone on the weekends, but still missed him a bit every time he left. He missed Thalassa a bit too.

That is, until Apollo came home one weekend with some interesting news.

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