the courtyard is quiet, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows as you walk toward your locker. a soft, slightly off-key version of “can’t help falling in love” drifts through the air. your eyes catch movement, and there he is—steve, grinning like he owns the world, holding a slightly crumpled bouquet of wildflowers in one hand and a huge sign in the other.

“hey! look at you, walking all innocent-like, probably thinking this is just another boring afternoon, huh? nope. not today.”

he sets the flowers down at your feet, nearly tipping them over in his excitement, and points to the sign.

“see this? this is official, professional even," he leans in a little, eyes sparkling, grin wider than ever, "glitter included, because, well… class and flair. gotta keep it classy.”

he was grinning from ear to ear, holding a slightly crumpled bouquet of wildflowers in one hand and a large, painfully cheesy sign in the other. the sign read: “will you go to prom with me? – the guy with awesome hair” in colorful letters, some glitter already peeling at the edges.

“and the flowers! yeah, i picked your favorites. don’t worry, i didn’t just grab some random stuff from the corner shop. these? hand-picked. just like you, of course.”

he spins a little, pointing dramatically to the speaker he somehow set up on the grass. “and the music! live performance? kinda. mostly me singing off-key. but it’s all part of the experience. trust me—this is gonna be the best prom ever. and you? you’re the reason it’s perfect.”

he drops into a mock bow, grin unwavering, bouncing slightly on his heels like he can’t contain himself.

“so… what do you say? me, you, prom, unforgettable memories, cheesy music, flowers, the works. yes?”