I sighed as I slipped my tie around my neck and flattered my collar down finishing gathering up my homework in my bag as I tied my school tie, "Y/n? you coming were gonna be late!" I yelled as I threw my bag over my shoulder and headed into the entryway,
"Coming!" She called as she scampered down the stairs strands of her hair in between her fingers as she braided her hair, her little red scrunchie around her wrist ready to tie up her braid, her usual uniform of little black shoes, grey socks, a grey skirt, white shirt, grey jumper and school tie all perfect for the day ahead with her satchel bag over her shoulder, I looked her up and down as she came down. "How do I look?"
"You look fine, as usual." I playfully rolled my eyes, "Come on let's go already,"
We headed out of Anubis house and began to walk towards the main school building,
"French class first period," She smiled as she added her scrunchie and tossed her braid over her shoulder,
I nodded, "God, I hate french."
"The class? or the Launague?"
"Both."
She giggled, "I like it, I think it sounds romantic."
"Romantic,"
"I think so, learning french means I don't have to wait for the English dubs of miraculous ladybug episodes,
"Of course, that's why you like it," I laughed, "I just find it boring, and annoying to learn, and I keep getting low grades on the speaking tests."
"Becuase you don't don't add accents, Jerome,"
"yeah cause I sound stupid," I answered, "hello oui french baguette," I said doing the most dramatic accent I could,
She giggled as we walked, "oui monsieur, une baguette française serait fantastique, nous en aurons une en route vers le Louvre" she teased, (yes sir, a French baguette would be fantastic, we will have one on the way to the Louvre)
"oh je pense que oui, ça a l'air charmant," I joked matching her tone, (oh I think so, it looks lovely,) "on peut y prendre une baguette et un verre de vin rouge aussi" (you can have a baguette and a glass of red wine there too) I told her with an even more intense accent,
she Giggled a little "le vin serait délicieux, alors nous pourrons avoir de doux baisers" (the wine would be delicious, then we can have sweet kisses)
I laughed and decide to play along with her, "oh oui, je pense que ça sonne bien!" (oh yes, I think it sounds good!), I smiled at her, "des petits bisous pour moi ? bien sûr nous marcherons jusqu'au lourve, partagerons ensemble une baguette et un verre de vin puis partagerons un tas de doux baisers," (little kisses for me? of course we will walk to the lourve, share a baguette and a glass of wine together then share a bunch of sweet kisses,) I smiled, "ce serait très romantique" (that would be very romantic)
"romantique?" She smiled, "awww your sweet Jerome,"
I tried to hide my blush, "Hey!" I complained I gave her shoulder a little shove with my own, "I'm not sweet,"
"Awww yes you are Jerome," She smiled "As sweet as a macaron and hot chocolate under the Eiffel Tower," She giggled
"Stop!" I complained trying to hide as my face went red, "I'm not!"
"You are!" she giggled, "You and Alfie always run around with this bad boy prankster thing but when we alone with me," She smiled, "Jerome You're as sweet as strawberries",
"I have to keep up my image!" I whined, "You should be thankful, doesn't every girl want a bad boy?"
She shrugged "J'adore mon joli petit croissant" (I love my cute little croissant)
I almost stopped utterly speechless running it over in my mind if I heard her right, I tried to control my breath, "Y-You do?"
"Mhm," she nodded as she moved to her tiptoes and pressed a little kiss to my nose before heading into the school building,
I did my best to...BREATHE running after her where I found her at her locker sorting her paperwork, for a moment I didn't know what to say, what to do, but I felt like... if I don't make a move now...I never will, god sake I've had three years just do it,"Can I uhh can I ask you a question?"
"Yes, Jerome?"
"...Uhh I uhhh you know how we uhh were gonna be graduating soon?"
"Yes,"
"And uhh they are doing a big prom this year given we are uhh graduating and all... would uhh... would uhh" I began but I abandoned it, "Nevermind."
"What?"
"Nothing, nothing, it's stupid don't worry about it,"
"Ohh? Alright, Jerome," She laughs with a shrug shutting her locker and going to head to class but I grab her arm,
"Wait."
"Yes?"
"Can I ask you something important?"
"Sure, what is it, Jerome?" she asks holding her French book to her chest,
"....can I... Can I invite you to prom?" I blurted out,
"You want to go to prom with me?"
"Yes." I nodded even if my face was utterly red, "I know its a while away yet but I uhh I wanted to make sure I got chance to ask you well before graduation, It gives us a lot of time to plan, and I didn't want to make you feel like a last resort, you are uhh actually the first and only girl I've asked, or planned on asking, and I felt like if I waited I couldn't get the chance to go with you and... I didn't want to miss my chance and see you get asked by someone else, especially some jerk that might not treat you right," I explained even if I was blushing, stuttering and rambling.
She giggled, "You're sweet Jerome, you wanna go together?"
"Yeah,"
"As friends or... like a date?"
"As, as a date." I nodded
"A date? between us?"
"Yeah, a date."
she giggled and blushed a little fiddling with her books clutched to her chest and kicking her foot a little against the school floor "Je suis flatté, j'adorerais aller au bal de promo avec toi, comme ton rendez-vous romantique Jerome" (I'm flattered, I would love to go to the ball with you, like your date Jerome)
I froze up my heart pounding out of my chest, "You- You'll be my date?"
"I'd love to,"
"It's Official! You'll be my date!"
"It's official,"
I smiled and picked her up in my arms spinning her around as I hugged her tightly, before setting her feet back on the floor, "uhh we should get to French,"
"We should come on then mon joli petit croissant" she giggled (my cute little croissant)
"Coming," I smiled happily heading to the French room with her,
