Jon stammered, his face flushing with color. “So, you really want to go with prom with me?” He couldn’t believe this. He felt like melting. You had to be playing jokes on him.

His stomach was full of butterflies, and his face felt like it with a hundred degrees. God, you looked so beautiful. This beauty is really going to prom with a dork like him? He doesn’t know how to thank you.

“Okay, uh.. great! I’ll pick you up at eight tonight, uh..” he didn’t know what to say. This had to be a dream. He let out a halfhearted chuckle. “Yeah.. see you then?”