Eternal

But, Glo, that’s what made it so brilliant!

If I’m sitting through a movie, I want to know what happens. I want to be told what happens. None of this interpretation. 

Say what you will, but I didn’t think the movie was all that bad. 

But there was no definitive ending!

“Eeeeeeeeeep!”

“Not if it’s her super-special seventeenth birthday!”

“Well then happy birthday.” She stated, handing her a small pink box.

“Then I must discuss belated birthday plans with your mother, of course.”

“Well, you missed it. It was in February. You’ll just have to find some way to make it up to me.”

“What about a belated birthday cake?”

“Here I am!”

“Well happy birthday, my dear! Is it against the rules to give presents to students?”

“You don’t even know when my birthday is, Miss Faye…”

“Well when is it then?”

“…No, but if it was, would you show up? Or is this just a special Gail thing?”

“Of course, I mean I’d only show up if you wanted me to.”

…Why are you here? …No teachers show up to my birthdays…

“I don’t think it’s your birthday, Henry. Is it now?”

“Really, it’s no problem, plus the weather is looking like it’s going to get gross,”  Frederick said walking up to the spot where he previously laid.  He wasn’t oblivious to the fact that she probably felt a bit uncomfortable with him, yet it seemed like they were back in high school at times.  

Gloria looked up and sure enough a low rumble in the sky caused her to make a decision, “Well... Alright. Thanks.”

Frederick witnessed a frazzled Gloria trying to add the finishing products onto the prom event though the festivities had already somewhat started.  Not to add to his typical stereotypes anymore, but he always did find her adorable when she stomped around all angry, or at the very least frustrated.  While she wasn’t looking he pulled out his flask and dumped in a bit more of the vodka he had prepared for the night.  

Gloria rolled her eyes, “With prom, anything is possible. I wouldn’t be surprised if some couple is in the janitor’s closet right now. You should go check on that.” She teased, picking up the box from the floor. The blonde passed the decorations to a student and instructed her to place them where she see fit.

Frederick scrunched his nose at her in a teasing manner and, in rebuttal, he shook his wet hair in her direction. As inappropriate as he knew it was he couldn’t help but find himself glancing over at the soaring shirt pinned to Gloria’s body.  He shook the thought off, not in his wet pants, because if he could see her she could faintly see him.

“Oh no! I really wouldn’t want to bother you!” She stated, shaking her head. “I mean I appreciate it but I’m sure you’ve somewhere to be and papers to grade or something.” The blonde justified, daring not to look at the way his wet clothes hugged his body just a little tighter.