You and Liam have been at school together all your life’s, you’ve crushed on him for a while and always made an effort to speak with him or get to know him but he’s always remained private, preferring to only hang out with his best mate. The prom is tomorrow night and as you stand looking at the poster you feel a wave of sadness wash over you as your dates just broken his leg playing football.
Liam: You still going? You jump, not realising that he’d snuck up behind you, surprised that he’d asked.
You: I guess I’ve got the dress and everything. You offer him a small smile but the more it sinks in that you’re dateless for prom the more you feel yourself getting upset.
Liam: Would be a shame to waste a dress. You look at him confused, not wanting to hope in case he was just being polite.
Liam: I mean, if you’ve got the dress, it’s not right for you to miss out just because idiot went and broke his leg. He smiles warmly at you.
Liam: Erm, you know, I wasn’t going to go but my Mum’s all in twist about it and it would be cool, if you, well you know, maybe, you and I could go together. As he’d spoken his eyes had looked anywhere but at you, they now focused entirely on the floor.
You: That would be cool. His eyes snatch up and you exchange a smile.
Liam: I’ll pick you up at half six. You nod and just before it gets awkward he gives a mock bow.
Liam: I’ll see you tomorrow at half six. You nod again and watch as he walks away, he looks back at you, smiles and joins his friend.
