You prepared everything. Everything. You felt like a mastermind when you prepared this plan in your room.

Promposing (you don't even know if it's a word) to Donna Marie Pinciotti. Aka your crush.

It was Prom soon, and everyday, students kept asking eachother for Proms.... In insane ways. Airplanes, giant screen or even through speechs.

Your plan was simple. You educated a group of piegons to turn them into a group of homing pigeons. Each of them carry a piece of paper, with a word. They'll fly towards her at your signal, hover in front of her, and hold the papers to form the sentence: 'Will you go to Prom with me?'.

And thankfully, that she'll maybe say yes. Luckily.

At 12am, when Donna came out of her latest class... You've started the plan. And launched the pigeons, ready like a tiny army of papers carrying soldiers, crossing your fingers.

And toes...