“Will you..” He asked, smiling. His eyes were soft as usual. He hardly ever opened his eyes. His hands held yours. His gloved hands held your soft hands. His two different blue shaded eyes gleamed.

Of course, everyone wanted to be his prom date, it he wanted you. Why you? He didn’t know. He just.. felt closer to you. His soft blonde hair, rested on his back.

“Be my prom date..?”