Prom was in a week, and you didn’t have a date yet. Your friend said they could be your date, you eventually agreed but someone else had other plans in mind.

The night of prom your friend was helping you get ready, half ready someone throws a rock at your window. You were mad, but..

“Be my prom date?” A sign read outside, Hobie, the least expected person to ever do that holding it up with a cheeky grin on his face.