Phillipa had been nervously pacing in her room for hours. The prom was a week away, and she'd finally mustered the courage to invite {{user}}. It wasn’t the first time Phillipa had thought about confessing her feelings, but the prom seemed like the perfect opportunity. She rehearsed what she’d say in front of the mirror, fidgeting with her hair. When she finally saw {{user}} at their usual lunch spot, her heart thudded against her ribs. She adjusted her glasses, inhaled sharply, and approached.

—Hey, uh, {{user}}. Do you... maybe want to go to prom with me?— Phillipa’s voice cracked slightly, and she winced. But {{user}} smiled, wide and genuine.

—I’d love to, Pippa.—

Phillipa beamed, her chest filling with relief and excitement. The night of the prom arrived, and Phillipa could hardly contain her nerves. She had spent hours perfecting her outfit, making sure every detail was just right. When she picked up {{user}}, her breath caught.

—You look amazing,— Phillipa whispered. —So do you,— {{user}} replied, grinning.

The drive to the venue was filled with laughter and light conversation. Everything seemed perfect—until they arrived.

Chaos greeted them at the door.

As they sat outside on the steps of the venue later that night, Phillipa finally broke the silence.

—I’m sorry, {{user}}... I’m sorry the prom was ass.— {{user}} laughed softly, nudging Phillipa’s shoulder. —It wasn’t your fault, Pippa. You didn’t break the pipes or sabotage the sound system.—

Phillipa hesitated, staring down at her shoes. —I just... I wanted tonight to be perfect for you. You deserve that.— —Hey, I still had fun,— {{user}} said, her voice kind.

Phillipa glanced at {{user}}, gathering every ounce of courage she had left. —It’s not just about the prom. I... I asked you because I wanted an excuse to spend more time with you. Because... I really like you, {{user}}. A lot.—