Prom-posals

"No way dude! You cannot just text her!" I leaned over and snatched the phone out of my best friend's hand.

He grabbed at it, "Hey give it back!"

I ducked around him, holding the phone behind my back. "No way Tristan, I am not letting you text Violet!"

Tristan paused and pushed his glasses further up his nose, "Why not? It's so much easier that way!"

I shook my head causing my hair to fall in my face, I really needed a haircut. "It's Prom! And not just any prom, Senior Prom! You are not asking her through text!"

Tristan groaned and flopped down in the swirly chair next to his desk. "This is so ridiculous. What am I even supposed to put on the poster?"

I put his phone in my back pocket and sat on his bed. I had come here straight after school, like I did most days, but today I had come with the specific purpose of helping Tristan out.

"Ok, what does she like to do?" I asked.

Tristan closed his eyes thinking, "Um...cook pizzas."

I raised my eyebrows.

"What?" he said defensively.

"Thats really all you got?" I frowned, "Just because you two work at a pizza shop doesn't mean she likes making pizza. You hate it."

He spun around in the chair, "My mind is blank. We talk all the time, and right now I couldn't tell you a single thing she likes to do."

I couldn't help it, I laughed. Tristan glared at me, and I tried to swallow the next round of giggles that were bubbling up.

"Are you sure I can't do this through text?"

"Dude, no! Besides, I already bought poster board, and we are going to use it!" I gestured to the corner where the poster board was lined up against the wall.

Tristan started fiddling with his class ring that he always wore, "Ok, um...I know she doesn't like sweeping, it's her least favorite job."

That wasn't going to help us, but I grabbed a piece of paper and wrote it down. Maybe if he kept going, we could get something out of this. Fifteen minutes, and a whole bunch of useless facts later, Tristan groaned loudly. I wrinkled up the paper we had and threw it into the trash can.

"This isn't working Jace!" he said. He leaned back so far in his chair he fell flat on his back.

Normally I would crack up, but I just walked over and helped him up, "There's got to be something we can do," I mumbled thinking.

"I've got it!" Tristan shouted, a big goofy smile coming onto his face, even while he rubbed the new bump on his head. "Let's ask Amber! She and Violet hang out sometimes."

I quickly shook my head. "No way. We can do this without Amber's help."

Amber was our other best friend. We had known each other since kindergarten.

Tristan's expression changed to one of disbelief. "Why not? It would be perfect!"

I shook my head again.

"Wait, are you two arguing again?" he asked suspiciously.

"Hey!" I pointed an accusing finger at him. "We don't argue, we occasionally disagree. Besides, we're not arguing I just bet her I could come up with an awesome poster without her help, and there is no way I'm losing."

"Are you serious? Another bet?" Tristan pushed his glasses up again, "I thought you two would have grown out of these by now. It was cute in kindergarten, but seriously? We're seniors Jace. Maybe it's time to grow up a little."