I want to ask George to prom.
don't get me wrong, it won't be weird. right?
nobody really knows about it. George and I. not that there's anything to know really..
are we even dating? I don't know anymore.
I guess tomorrow we'll find out.
I showered, shaved, cleaned up my nails, and even let my sister do some weird skin routine on me. she's been begging for so long.
"so what's with this? you never clean your nails, wash your hair the day before school, and god forbid you never let me even touch you."
I took the cold slimy cucumber off my left eye and sighed.
"I don't know, just felt kinda tired I guess.."
"mmm.. that's not it.. your scratching excessively and your foots tapping.."
she sat there. scanning me. was it really that obvious?
her finger snapped.
"your asking somebody to the prom aren't you!"
I slowly put the cucumber back on my eye and squinted in embarrassment.
fuck.
she swiftly grabbed the vegetables and flung them in the trash.
"I've never seen you talk to any girls! who is it? do I know her? is she funny? can I meet her? what kind of flowers does she like?"
what kind of flowers.
flowers..
genius!
how am I going to ask him without being obvious..
"Clayyy your spacing offfff! you can't ignore me!"
I quickly rush to the sink and wash the pink slime off my face.
I fling open the door and dash around the corner.
"listen, I'll tell you everything tomorrow! sorry!"
my door slams and I fall into my chair.
my eyes widen as I hunched over in my shitty chair.
"how am I gonna ask him without being obvious.."
I leaned back and tapped my fingers.
"Emily! I'll tell Emily to ask for me. George might get the wrong message.. but it'll all make sense later!"
the clicks from my keyboard are swift and loud.
do I still have her discord?
bingo.
EmilyLovesBees#6900
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