[justprompts] Graveyard
When Grace saw Dean walk into the gym, she sighed. Her night had been going so well, and she had a feeling it wasn’t going to be going that way for much longer. She excused herself from her date, weaved her way between dancing couples and off of the dance floor, and made her away across the dark gym towards her brother. “There’s a dress code, you know.”
“Really? I just thought you were wearing a fluffy dress for the fun of it.” Dean grabbed her wrist, and gently started to pull her out of the gym. “We need to talk. Family emergency.”
Grace sighed, and stopped him. She knew what was coming next. “Now? Really? Why can’t there ever be family emergencies when I’m not out doing normal teenage things like slow dancing with the hottest guy at school at junior prom?”
“You say that like there never are.” Dean, as usual, had a good point. Family emergencies popped up all the time, not just when Grace was trying her best to do normal teenage things. “You need to say bye or something to him?”
Grace nodded, and ran as fast as she could in without tripping over teenagers and the train of her dress, to say goodnight and apologize about leaving to her date. She was surprised to see that Dean had patiently waited for her, instead of just walking out and expecting her to catch up. “Where are we going?”
“Graveyard. We’ve got a body to burn.” He held the door open for her as they left the school. “I brought you shoes.” He glanced at her feet, in all of their high-heeled glory, as he said it. “No extra clothes, though. Sorry. But changing shoes is faster than changing clothes.”
The groan Grace had been holding back finally escaped. “Awesome. I get to go grave digging in my very, very white prom dress.” She knew she should have gone with black, just in case something happened. At least she learned her lesson for next time. “Well, could be worse, I guess. I least I don’t have to do it barefoot. And at least nobody except you will catch me wearing boots with my prom dress. That’s probably a crime against fashion.”
“Don’t say that too loud, or I’ll have to call the fashion police.” Dean rolled his eyes, and got into the driver’s side of the car. “It’s unlocked.”
Grace slid in, and immediately got to work changing her shoes. “If you call them, they’ll take me away and you’ll never see me again. Then you’ll have to go grave digging all by yourself. Speaking of, I hate you for this.”
“You’ll get over it.” Dean shrugged. “ And tt’d be quieter, if the fashion police took you away, that’s for sure. Might be nice to work like that for once.”
“You’d hate every minute of it.” Grace smirked. She was right, and she knew it, even if he wouldn’t admit it.
The ride to the cemetery was a short one, and the two of them were out of the car, shovels in hand, searching for a grave within ten minutes of leaving the school. It didn’t take them much longer than that to find what they were looking for and start digging. And it didn’t take long at all for Grace to complain about her dress after that.
“I’m never doing this in a dress again.” Oh, if only that were true. She already had a feeling it wouldn’t be. “You should’ve brought me some pants.”
“If I had, you’d still be in the car changing.” Dean was exaggerating a little bit, but his point was made. Changing clothes took extra time.
“Yeah, but the dress is slowing me down anyway!” Grace protested. “So, really, the time I spent changing would’ve been worth it, when you think about it.”
Dean rolled his eyes. “No, it just would’ve evened out. Less complaining about clothes, more digging. And think about it this way. It could be worse.”
Of course, as soon as he said it, it started to rain. Grace glared at him. “You jinxed it.”
“The faster you dig, the faster we’ll be done and gone!” Dean used his encouraging voice to say it, and got a shovelful of dirt flung at him. “What was that for?”
“Like you don’t know.” She was digging faster, though, eager to get it over and done with. “You’re buying me a new prom dress.”
“As long as I don’t have to go shopping with you for the thing, I’m okay with that.”
“Oh, no. Part of my revenge is you going shopping with me.” She would’ve taken a moment to make a face at him, if she wasn’t so focused on digging. “You’re going to hate every minute of it, and I’m going to love it.”
It was Dean’s turn to groan. “Can’t you just wash this one?”
“It’s never going to be the same, Dean.” Grace said it in the most dramatic tone of voice she could manage. “Seriously, though, I don’t think any amount of dry cleaning is going to save this poor thing. The only thing that’s making it worth it is the thought of you dress shopping with me.”
“Remind me never to interrupt prom night for a job ever again.”
“Gladly.”
The two of them kept on digging, and arguing, until they hit the coffin. They cracked it open, and climbed out of the grave, Dean lifting Grace up and out first, then jumping out himself. Even though they’d been talking practically non-stop since leaving the school, they were quiet for a minute as they stood side-by-side and made sure the bones burned. As soon as they turned away from the grave, the minute was up, and the two of them were back to chattering when Dean draped his jacket over her shoulders and they made their way back to the car.
“You look like a drowned cat wearing a chocolate wedding cake.”
“If you don't shut up, I'll hit you.”
“Really? I just thought you were wearing a fluffy dress for the fun of it.” Dean grabbed her wrist, and gently started to pull her out of the gym. “We need to talk. Family emergency.”
Grace sighed, and stopped him. She knew what was coming next. “Now? Really? Why can’t there ever be family emergencies when I’m not out doing normal teenage things like slow dancing with the hottest guy at school at junior prom?”
“You say that like there never are.” Dean, as usual, had a good point. Family emergencies popped up all the time, not just when Grace was trying her best to do normal teenage things. “You need to say bye or something to him?”
Grace nodded, and ran as fast as she could in without tripping over teenagers and the train of her dress, to say goodnight and apologize about leaving to her date. She was surprised to see that Dean had patiently waited for her, instead of just walking out and expecting her to catch up. “Where are we going?”
“Graveyard. We’ve got a body to burn.” He held the door open for her as they left the school. “I brought you shoes.” He glanced at her feet, in all of their high-heeled glory, as he said it. “No extra clothes, though. Sorry. But changing shoes is faster than changing clothes.”
The groan Grace had been holding back finally escaped. “Awesome. I get to go grave digging in my very, very white prom dress.” She knew she should have gone with black, just in case something happened. At least she learned her lesson for next time. “Well, could be worse, I guess. I least I don’t have to do it barefoot. And at least nobody except you will catch me wearing boots with my prom dress. That’s probably a crime against fashion.”
“Don’t say that too loud, or I’ll have to call the fashion police.” Dean rolled his eyes, and got into the driver’s side of the car. “It’s unlocked.”
Grace slid in, and immediately got to work changing her shoes. “If you call them, they’ll take me away and you’ll never see me again. Then you’ll have to go grave digging all by yourself. Speaking of, I hate you for this.”
“You’ll get over it.” Dean shrugged. “ And tt’d be quieter, if the fashion police took you away, that’s for sure. Might be nice to work like that for once.”
“You’d hate every minute of it.” Grace smirked. She was right, and she knew it, even if he wouldn’t admit it.
The ride to the cemetery was a short one, and the two of them were out of the car, shovels in hand, searching for a grave within ten minutes of leaving the school. It didn’t take them much longer than that to find what they were looking for and start digging. And it didn’t take long at all for Grace to complain about her dress after that.
“I’m never doing this in a dress again.” Oh, if only that were true. She already had a feeling it wouldn’t be. “You should’ve brought me some pants.”
“If I had, you’d still be in the car changing.” Dean was exaggerating a little bit, but his point was made. Changing clothes took extra time.
“Yeah, but the dress is slowing me down anyway!” Grace protested. “So, really, the time I spent changing would’ve been worth it, when you think about it.”
Dean rolled his eyes. “No, it just would’ve evened out. Less complaining about clothes, more digging. And think about it this way. It could be worse.”
Of course, as soon as he said it, it started to rain. Grace glared at him. “You jinxed it.”
“The faster you dig, the faster we’ll be done and gone!” Dean used his encouraging voice to say it, and got a shovelful of dirt flung at him. “What was that for?”
“Like you don’t know.” She was digging faster, though, eager to get it over and done with. “You’re buying me a new prom dress.”
“As long as I don’t have to go shopping with you for the thing, I’m okay with that.”
“Oh, no. Part of my revenge is you going shopping with me.” She would’ve taken a moment to make a face at him, if she wasn’t so focused on digging. “You’re going to hate every minute of it, and I’m going to love it.”
It was Dean’s turn to groan. “Can’t you just wash this one?”
“It’s never going to be the same, Dean.” Grace said it in the most dramatic tone of voice she could manage. “Seriously, though, I don’t think any amount of dry cleaning is going to save this poor thing. The only thing that’s making it worth it is the thought of you dress shopping with me.”
“Remind me never to interrupt prom night for a job ever again.”
“Gladly.”
The two of them kept on digging, and arguing, until they hit the coffin. They cracked it open, and climbed out of the grave, Dean lifting Grace up and out first, then jumping out himself. Even though they’d been talking practically non-stop since leaving the school, they were quiet for a minute as they stood side-by-side and made sure the bones burned. As soon as they turned away from the grave, the minute was up, and the two of them were back to chattering when Dean draped his jacket over her shoulders and they made their way back to the car.
“You look like a drowned cat wearing a chocolate wedding cake.”
“If you don't shut up, I'll hit you.”