<div class="floatright">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/829c9e1d120be8b04d1a009cbe6ee7f5_zpswkfm55yx.jpg?t=1496069439)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Gwynn Cameron (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.msg13236812#msg13236812)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Pink Sundress (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=222581713)<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Friday, June 9th - Graduation Day!!<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Night<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Henderson's Farm - Barn Dance floor<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong><br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Damian, Megan, Marco, Miriam, Jeremiah, Tommy, Open<br/><strong>MENTIONING:</strong>Leanne, Roxy.<br/><hr/>Gwynn rested her hands and forearms upon Damian's as he held her to his body.  They'd been together, sort of, since Winter formal, and together-together since Prom - except they hadn't ever put a label on it.  She was amused when people like Marco learned of it for themselves.  In all honesty, it was still very new and exciting.  Barely a month had passed since Prom.  Even she wasn't used to the almost electric feeling which raced through her body when he touched her.  The slightest and simplest, most innocent touch, like the one which they currently shared, ignited sparks.<br/><br/>It was awkward, walking with a six foot tall wide-receiver on her back, but she wasn't complaining; even if it felt like they should've choreographed their movements.  If she was already feeling sparks by being held, the kiss to her neck made her feel gooey and weak-kneed.  Her green eyes expressed much of the feeling, and told Damian that the action was welcomed and appreciated.<br/><br/>The five-foot five-inch blonde allowed him to steer and guide her to the spot out in the cornfield and promptly took up residence in his lap once he sat down - she couldn't get grass stains on her dress, after all.  Her arm slipped around his neck as she quickly found the most comfortable spot.<br/><br/>A mixture of trepidation and rebellious disobedience cropped up within her as she watched him light up the cigar-sized joint.  When she and Leanne had smoked it had been in private.  No one had known what they had done, or were doing, until a day later when they told people.  This, out here in the cornfield, was completely different.  It was so very much not her; or more accurately, not the her who she'd portrayed the last four years.  The girl she could finally start to say goodbye and farewell to.  The cheerleader who felt compelled to represent the school and community even when she hated what was happening and how certain people were treated.<br/><br/>When Damian passed the blunt, Gwynn took it, put it to her lips, inhaled deeply, and exhaled.  It was as if she was blowing out all the bullshit of high school with the smoke.  One summer and three short months, and this town would be nothing but a memory.<br/><br/>Her eyes watered as her lungs strongly protested the chemical haze she'd just introduced.  As the coughs continued, she buried her face into Damian's shoulder, partly to hide her embarrassment, and partly so she didn't lose her balance.  She passed the roach to the next person without looking.<br/><br/>She heard Damian's confession, and wasn't really sure how to interpret the word "love".  It was a group "love".  It had to be.  The type guys used with other guys.  It didn't really pertain to her.  Not in this setting.  He loved hanging out with people, and how they interacted together tonight.  He probably even loved hanging out with her.  That's what he was saying, she told herself, not the other.<br/><br/>She studied his face for a moment from the corner of her eye as she took the premix from him.<strong>"Thanks,"</strong>she spoke softly.<br/><br/>She then turned her attention to the group.<strong>"Well, if you guys can figure out accommodations, I'd be more than happy to see you in New York.  Or we could do something as a group in Boston,"</strong>she added, since that's where Roxy was going to be.<strong>"I'm sure I'll be home to visit the folks.  We could plan something for then."</strong><br/><br/><strong>"Hey, can you text Roxy again, please?"</strong>she whispered to Damian while he had his phone out.<br/><br/>She returned Megan's smile.  If any of them would come visit her, it would be Megs.  Gwynn's smile turned impish as she waggled her eyebrows and purposefully looked from Megan to Marco.  That was a pairing she never expected.  Maybe they'd be good together.  Though, knowing Megan, it likely wouldn't last the month.<br/><br/>She then glanced at Miriam and Jeremiah.  This had been their idea, after all.<strong>"Totally, everything you two expected?"</strong>she asked.  They'd been undeniably in couple mode tonight, and she was hoping to pull them out of that, a little bit.<br/><br/>Whatever touching moment of bonding they had shared quickly ended with Tommy's entrance.  The boy was a handful, even on his best days.  She smiled at his exuberance.  Despite their differences, and their history, they were friends, and no one could ask for a more loyal friend than Tommy Mulvaney.<br/><br/><em>God, what is he doing!?</em>were her exact thoughts when he grabbed her hand.  Which were quickly followed by,<em>soooo dramatic,</em>as she rolled her eyes and gave him a wide smile.<br/><br/>She opened her mouth and closed it, as she discarded her initial response for something more thought out.<strong>"I... no problem."</strong>While not exactly what she wanted to say it was infinitely better than, "I didn't want you to hurt anyone, or wind up in jail", or the kicker, "I didn't want us to waste graduation night bailing you out."<br/><br/>Noting Tommy's friend, Gwynn gave the other girl a friendly wave and said "hi", while Tommy busied himself reliving the highlights from the Coulton's party.