The Prom Date

By GA Hauser

When senior year begins to wind down to graduation, two young men, opposite in every way, share one obstacle; dreading the prom.
Emit Jacoby, the classic ‘geek’ is out to only one friend at school, and terrified to reveal himself to anyone else. In a desperate attempt to get a prom date, Emit makes a video, hoping to lure a celebrity to come as his date. But, the idea of posting the ‘said video’ would have major fallout. So, he’s terrified to do it.

Macho, gorgeous, athlete, Brodie Johnson, has similar problems, but slightly worse. Since he is one of the ‘popular’ boys, and about to be crowned ‘Prom King’ the pressure to get on with his life, follow his own dreams, not the one his parents expect, begins to have a profound effect on Brodie.

Two young men, the same issues to battle, and one really big day.
The Prom.

As boys become men, and leave the nest, big decisions hit. Both Emit and Brodie battle them, in opposite ways.

• Language: English
• Publisher: GA Hauser
• Release date: Nov 30, 2016
• ISBN: 9781370841486

GA Hauser

About the AuthorAuthor G.A. Hauser is from Fair Lawn, New Jersey, USA. She attended university at The Fashion Institute of Technology in NYC, and has a BA in Fine Art from William Paterson College in Wayne NJ where she graduated Cum Laude. As well as degrees in art, G.A. is a Graduate Gemologist from the Gemological Institute of America (GIA). In 1994 G.A. graduated the Washington State Police academy as a Peace Officer for the Seattle Police Department in Washington where she worked on the patrol division. She was awarded Officer of the Month in February 2000 for her work with recovering stolen vehicles and fingerprint matches to auto-theft and bank robbery suspects. After working for the Seattle Police, G.A. moved to Hertfordshire, England where she began to write full length gay romance novels. Now a full-time writer, G.A. has penned over 200 novels and short stories. Breaking into independent film, G. A. was the executive producer for her first feature film, CAPITAL GAMES which included TV star Shane Keough in its cast. CAPITAL GAMES had its Film Festival Premiere at Philly's Qfest, and its television premiere on OutTV. G.A. is the director and executive producer for her second film NAKED DRAGON, which is an interracial gay police/FBI drama filmed in Los Angeles with the outstanding cinematographer, Pete Borosh. (also the Cinematographer for Capital Games)The cover photographs of G.A.'s novels have been selected from talented and prolific photographers such as Dennis Dean, Dan Skinner, Michael Stokes, Tuta Veloso, Hans Withoos, and CJC Photography, as well as graphic comic artist, Arlen Schumer. Her cover designs have featured actors Chris Salvatore, Jeffery Patrick Olson, Tom Wolfe, and models Brian James Bradley, Bryan Feiss, Jimmy Thomas, Andre Flagger, among many others.Her advertisements have been printed in Attitude Magazine, LA Frontier, and Gay Times.G. A. has won awards from All Romance eBooks for Best Author 2009, Best Novel 2008, Mile High, Best Author 2008, Best Novel 2007, Secrets and Misdemeanors, and Best Author 2007.G.A. was the guest speaker at the SLA conference in San Diego, in 2013, where she discussed women writing gay erotica and has attended numerous writers’ conventions across the country.

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THE PROM DATE

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THE PROM DATE

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Chapter 1

Ready… no, I’m not ready. Emit Jacoby sat in front of his laptop. He could see himself in the video image and took his glasses off, then couldn’t read what he had written on the scripted page in front of him. He sighed, put his glasses back on, tried to tame his hair, and cleared his throat. He used his touch-screen and began recording.

…Hi. I’m Emit. I go to school in Los Angeles. I… Emit stopped the recording and deleted it. He sipped from a glass of water and then closed his eyes to calm down. He had rewritten, and read, this script nearly a hundred times. His nerves were shot.

Emit looked at himself again on the video image, pouted, and stood from his desk in the bedroom of his family home. He paced, groaned, and walked back to his desk again.

He picked up his phone and texted his best friend, Jody. ‘Are you there?’

‘Yup.’

‘I need help. I can’t do this.’

‘but we practiced.’

Emit stared at the typed page on his desk. He heard his phone buzz with a text.

‘Do you want me to come over?’

‘Please?’ Emit bit his lower lip.

‘okay.’

Emit inspected his video image and stopped the app so he couldn’t see himself any longer. He stood, holding the page, and reread the words in his head again.

Since Jody lived a few blocks away from him, he knew she’d be over soon. Emit left the paperwork on his desk in his bedroom, and spotted his mother in the kitchen preparing dinner.

Mom?

She glanced at him.

Jody’s coming over.

Is she staying for dinner?

I doubt it.

She’s welcome.

Thanks. Emit noticed his brother, Ned, in the den, watching TV. He frowned and returned to his room, then began to get anxious and stood in the living room, staring out of the front door.

Jody waved at him as she walked the stone path to his stoop. He opened the door for her. Hi. Thanks.

No problem. I was bored anyway.

Hi, Jody!

Hi, Mrs Jacoby!

Would you like to join us for dinner?

Sure.

Emit watched Jody text on her phone and then led her to his bedroom.

His mother said, Keep the door open, please.

Ma! Emit groaned and he heard his brother snicker.

Jody whispered to him, If they knew you were gay your mom wouldn’t have to worry about us being alone together.

Stop. I’m having a nervous breakdown. He kept the door slightly ajar and sat on his bed.

Did you even try to record your video letter?

I did. I look so stupid. He removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes. When he glanced up he spotted his brother peek into his room. Emit stood and shut the door on his face with a slam.

Ned laughed at him and it then sounded like he walked away from the door.

Jody set her purse down and put her hands on her hips. Emit, you’re making this worse than it is.

You don’t have any idea what I’m going through. Emit peeked out of his door, and his brother was gone.

I came out.

You’re a girl.

You’re insane.

Emit picked up his script. Please.

She sat on his bed and reached for her phone. So, I’m recording this?

Emit glanced at his laptop. You can use mine.

She set her phone aside and picked up his laptop. Emit showed her how to take a video with it. Once she figured it out, she sat down with it on her lap. I don’t think I should tape it showing you reading from a script.

No. Right. He fidgeted nervously.

Emit?

What?

You don’t have to do this.

Emit rolled his desk chair to face her, the piece of paper crushed in his hand. It’s killing me.

Setting the laptop aside, she said, I’m sorry.

His mother poked her head into the room. Do you need something? Water? Soda?

No, thank-you.

I’m good. Emit wished she would leave them alone because nothing sexual was ever going to happen between himself and Jody.

His mother gave them an anxious look and left the door open.

Emit gestured to his mother. I can’t do it here. You see?

Do you want to do it outside? It’s nice out. We could sit in the park, or better yet, by the coast.

No. There’s no way I am going to be seen in public doing something this desperate.

As she grew quiet, Jody appeared to be thinking about their options.

He sat beside her. Does your mom care if you’re alone in your room with a boy?

Jody, her brown hair pinned up in a ponytail, gave him a look of disbelief. She’s probably passed out from booze by now.

Then, can we do it there?

Sure. Do you want to tell your mom I’m not going to be staying for dinner after all?

I can do that. Emit put his laptop with its adapter into a small case, then added his script. He made sure he had his phone, his wallet, and his keys. Then, he nodded he was ready.

Jody picked up her purse, texting as they left his room.

Mom? Emit stood at the kitchen threshold. We’re going out for a while. Jody’s not staying for dinner and I may miss it too.

Okay.

Ned asked, Are you going somewhere to make out?

Shut up. Emit sneered at him.

Jealous? Jody asked.

Ned seemed to be just that.

Bye, Mrs Jacoby. Jody waved.

Bye, Jody.

Leading the way, Emit held open the door for her and they walked into the warm sunshine to Jody’s house. Emit held the laptop under his arm as Jody kept texting on her phone while they walked.

Who are you bringing to the prom? he asked.

I don’t know. She put her phone into her purse. I’m not into going. I mean, it’s all about the popular kids. I’m so not into that.

I wish Brodie would ask me.

When Jody stopped short, Emit turned towards her and asked, What?

She appeared stunned. Brodie Johnson? The most popular kid in school?

I have the worst crush on him. Emit pushed his glasses higher on his nose.

Brodie Johnson. Football-player-cheerleader-magnet- Brodie-Johnson.

Rub it in, why don’t you? Emit moaned in agony.

Jody kept walking to her house, her phone once again in front of her face. Huh. I didn’t know you two were friends on the social network. Why didn’t you tell me you have a crush on him?

If I told you, you’d torment me about it. Besides, he’s nice. He’s friends with everyone. Emit waited in front of Jody’s house as she kept typing on her phone.

Not me. She kept using her thumbs on the tiny pad on her phone.

Do you think he’s already asked someone?

Jody rolled her eyes at Emit as if he were crazy. She headed to her house and opened the door.

Emit looked around the living room. Is anyone home?

My mom is. She’s most likely in her room. Jody continued to text as they walked to her bedroom.

Emit sat on her bed and placed the computer beside him. If neither of us have dates, do you want to go with me?

Why is going so important to you? Jody drew a chair from her desk to sit in front of him.

Senior prom. It’s kind of a rite of passage, a milestone.

For who? Jody snickered.

Even my asshole brother went to his. Emit looked around the small room. Posters of music bands were pinned up on the white walls, as well as Jody’s own paintings, which were wild psychedelic abstracts in bright colors.

Do you want to make this video or not? Jody set her phone on her desk and removed a pack of gum from her purse, offering one to Emit. He declined.

We can make it, and then I can decide whether to humiliate myself and post it.

Okay. She chewed the gum and reached for his laptop.

Emit handed it over, wincing at the idea that he simply couldn’t be brave and ask the boy he really liked to the prom.

~

Brodie Johnson reclined on his bed with a magazine. His pants dragged down his hips, he held the issue up higher and jerked his cock hard and fast. As the climax hit, he closed his eyes and felt the warm cum spatter his skin. Trying not to make a sound, he milked his dick and then set the magazine aside and recuperated. Once the waves of pleasure past, he used tissues to clean himself, and pulled up his zipper.

Brodie?

He tucked the magazine under his pillow and crushed the tissues in his hand.

Brodie?

Yeah? He looked around the bed and then sat up against the headboard.

Where’s Caroline? His mother, June, opened his bedroom door.

I don’t know.

Can you send her a text and tell her dinner will be ready in a half hour.

Okay. He kept still and tried not to look her in the eyes.

She left, leaving the door slightly open.

Brodie climbed off the bed and threw away the tissues, then picked up the magazine and tucked it under his arm. He peeked out of his bedroom door, and hustled down the hallway to his sister’s room. He tossed her glamour magazine on her nightstand on top of her celebrity gossip rags. Before he returned to his room to text her, he noticed the model on the magazine’s cover. The World’s Most Beautiful Man. He peeked down the hallway again and then flipped through the magazine to see if more photos were inside the seedy tabloid. There were.

Brodie groaned silently and touched his crotch. Damn.

He heard the front door open and his mother ask his father, How was golfing, Quincy?

Brodie placed the magazine back and then hurried to his bedroom, picking up his phone. He sent his big sister a text message about dinner, and she sent back ‘okay.’

He pocketed his phone and entered the bathroom in the hall, washing his hands and checking his appearance. As he stared into his blue eyes he sank emotionally.

Brodie? his father called.

Brodie dried his hands and tucked in his T-shirt, then opened the door. His dad, the owner of a hardware store, was standing outside the bathroom, a beer in his hand.

What did you do all day?

Um… not much, why? Brodie brushed the hair back from his eyes.

It was a perfect day to golf.

I don’t want to golf. Brodie walked by him to the kitchen. His mother had set the table and was cutting up vegetables for a salad. Brodie held up a beer, showing his dad. Okay?

His father nodded. I assume you’re not driving anywhere.

No.

June asked, It’s a Saturday night and you’re not going out?

Brodie tipped the beer up to his lips, hearing the front door open.

Caroline walked into the kitchen, holding a purse strap over her shoulder, her blonde hair flowing down her shoulders. What did you make?

Brodie envied her. She was confident, already a sophomore in college, and had a goal and career in mind.

Lasagna. Go wash up. It’s ready.

Brodie watched his sister leave the kitchen. As she did, his father turned on the TV in the living room, standing with his beer as he changed channels.

Brodie entered the living room, seeing the bad news and then heard his sister yell his name, Brodie!

What? He winced and headed to her room.

She held her glamour magazine in two fingers, by the corner, and made a face of disgust at him.

Shit. He grabbed it and crushed it in one hand.

"Please don’t bring them back to me after…" She had put her purse on her bed and removed her shoes.

Sorry. Brodie glanced down the hallway. He drank more of his beer.

Caroline sat on her bed, texting. Have you decided what you’re going to do?

About? Brodie put his beer down on her nightstand and tried to see where he’d gotten spunk on the magazine. When he held the page he had jerked off to near the light, nothing was on it, then, he noticed his sticky hands had made contact with the back cover.

About? About college, about your life, about the prom?

It’s an overload. He sat next to her, stuffing the magazine under his leg. How did you decide on a major?

She set her phone on her lap and ran her hand over her hair. I love literature. I guess I always figured I’d do something in the writing field. Maybe journalism is my niche.

I suck at everything but football.

That’s bullshit. You just have to make a decision.

I’m probably going to join the army. He looked down at his fingers. I don’t want to work with dad anymore.

Dinner’s ready! their mother yelled.

Caroline patted Brodie’s leg. Hey. The army shouldn’t be your first choice. And, if you leave the area for college, you can do what you want. Dad won’t be breathing down your neck.

They’re paying. They will be breathing down my neck.

After her phone hummed with a text message, Caroline picked it up to read. Don’t come out until you’re living on your own. Dad will freak. But, you can date a guy in college.

My life sucks.

Yeah. It does. But, it’ll get better. Hang in there. She tilted her head after she stood up. Come on, little brother.

Brodie got to his feet, taking his beer, then he held up the magazine. What am I supposed to do with this?

She leaned closer. You want it?

If they see it in my room, I’m dead.

Brodie, it’s not Playgirl.

He showed her the cologne model he was jerking off to. Close.

Damn, he’s hot. She made a face of ecstasy.

Brodie stared at it, finishing his beer.

Quincy called, If you’re not at the table in one second, you’re eating someplace else!

Caroline stuck her tongue out in the direction of their father, then she left the room. On his way to the kitchen, Brodie tucked the magazine under his mattress and hurried to join them.

~

Making the video was awful.

Emit was not only exhausted from having to redo it over and over, he was drenched in sweat from the effort.

Jody sat beside him on the bed, and the two of them reviewed the short two-minute video together. Emit couldn’t look at himself any longer. I make me sick.

Jody elbowed him. Shut up. She set the laptop aside and sighed loudly. I think it’s pretty good.

Moaning and dropping back to her bed with a bounce, Emit covered his face over his glasses. I’m a dork.

He felt Jody reclining beside him and lowered his arms, seeing she had her chin propped up in her palm.

What if it works? What will you do?

Um. Isn’t that the idea?

No, seriously, Emit, are you ready for a prom date like that?

It won’t work. Emit took his glasses off and rubbed his eyes. I don’t think I’m going to even post it online.

Jody made a loud noise in annoyance. We just spent two hours on that thing and you’re not even going to use it?

Emit put his glasses back on and checked the time. Did we miss dinner?

My mom rarely makes anything. Do you want to see if there’s something frozen to heat up?

Nah. I’ll head home. Emit sat up and put the laptop into the case, unplugging it from the wall. Thanks for helping me.

I had nothing else to do.

Emit stood and checked his phone. Do you want to come to my house? My mom cooked dinner.

Nah. I’m just going to hang out.

Thanks, Jody. I mean it.

No problem. But, you should post it. We didn’t waste all that time for nothing.

If I post it, then, I’m out.

Putting her hands on her hips, Jody looked angry. Why did you even make it?

I don’t know! Emit tucked the laptop under his arm.

Men are so clueless!

Ouch. He headed to the front door.

Before he left, Jody stood with him outside. Look, you think it was easy for me, but it wasn’t. Coming out whether you’re a guy or girl isn’t. My mom is so fucked up, she doesn’t care. But I still have to face the shit at school.

You get shit at school?

No. Jody looked out at the cars driving down their street. But I haven’t found a girlfriend yet either.

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