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[right][hr][color=gray][b]Palm Beach, Florida[/b]
October 6th, 2018[/color][hr][/right]
[indent][color=5A9B91]“For real? You didn't even try to find out where she lives in a [i]week[/i]? Are you seriously that stupid?”[/color]

Truth be told, J.J. knew his sister was absolutely right. 

He may have not known very much about senior dances like homecoming and prom, but he knew [i]enough[/i] to know that not showing some initiative to learn more about Aaliyah King was in poor taste. Trip had already filled him in on some basic information, but J.J. had put in little effort despite his future being on the line regarding his attendance at the dance. But it wasn’t like he had ignored the subject intentionally, either. When he had heard the news about his best friend in New York had been in an “accident” his mind had gone from Palm Springs to New York City for several days. He had been asking questions about his friend pulling through rather than seeking out Aaliyah King at school and asking how she wanted him to handle things.

J.J. didn’t blame his sister from screeching at him when he tried explaining the situation as he shuffled through his closet as he prepared to leave for the dance. But he really did want her to stop so he could focus.

[color=709679]“Maya. Can you just... chill? I get it.”[/color]

[color=5A9B91]“Do you, Basketball Jones? This is supposed to be Homecoming! You need to stop acting like you have the intelligence of a Tyler Perry character. You better make it up to this Aaliyah girl. If she even wants to look at you. I know I wouldn't.”[/color]

He laughed, mostly out of nervousness. [color=709679]“Message Received. Now can you get out of my room so I can get ready and go?”[/color]

[color=5A9B91]“Yeah. But don't you fuck up again like this. I'd hate to kill you in the name of sisterhood.”[/color] Maya uttered before making her way out of the room, closing the door behind her as she left.

J.J. sighed as he moved his suit jacket to his bed, keeping in mind to have some measure of tact in how he decided to go to Homecoming. He didn’t want to appear [i]too formal[/i] but at the same time, he didn’t just want to slap some basic t-shirt and pair it with the jacket. From what he understood about Homecoming and especially Palm Springs he knew he needed some kind of balance. Something that didn't make everyone look at him like he was a eskimo in a desert.

Once he figured out that part he’d jump in his car and go to the dance and hopefully he’d run into Aaliyah there. It wasn't a great plan, but it was what he had to work with.
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