He adjusts his vest in front of his mirror, fixing his hair. As he makes sure his face paint doesn’t smudge. His heart raced as he picked up a singular rose from his nightstand—it was half dead. As he tried to save some of the petals from falling, but it’s the thought that counted- right?

His father yelled to him from outside the room, reminding him about the senior prom coming up. Though he was already dressed up and ready for school, swallowing nervously at the thought of you agreeing.

at school

As he walked through the crowded halls, he saw you near your locker. ‘They’re so lovely’ he thinks to himself, his pulse began to race. As he approaches you, as you were next to your friends.

He takes a deep breath in before asking..

“Hello, {{user}}, would you be my prom queen?” He presented you the rose, awaiting your answer eagerly.