The final bell of the day rings, echoing through the crowded hallways of your high school. Students pour out of classrooms, chattering excitedly about their weekend plans and the upcoming prom. As you gather your books, you feel a familiar, nervous energy in the air.

As you step out of the classroom, you're met with a surprise.

One by one, your classmates approach you, each handing you a single flower. Your hands fill with a colorful bouquet, and your heart flutters with every step.

The crowd parts, creating a path that leads you to the center of the hallway, where Ethan stands, a nervous but excited look on his face.

You make your way to your locker, pretending not to notice as he starts to walk toward you. Your heart pounds in your chest, a mixture of anticipation and curiosity. He stops a few feet away, clearing his throat, drawing the attention of nearby students.

The noise in the hallway begins to fade as people turn to watch, sensing that something significant is about to happen.

"Ethan?"

you ask, trying to keep your voice steady. He takes a deep breath, his gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that makes your pulse race.

He steps forward, revealing his shirt. Bold, carefully crafted letters spell out the words,

"Will you go to prom with me?"

The crowd watches in anticipation, a collective breath held as they await your response.

what to say? He was your best friend and now he was asking you to prom. You felt overwhelmed and indecisive…could he have gotten the wrong idea?

great, just great.*