𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑, COLBY MADDEN

2x12: The Proposal.

Amy, Colby, and Y/N were huddled in a corner of the school cafeteria, giggling uncontrollably. Hartley leaned over, raising an eyebrow.

"What's so funny?" she asked, genuinely confused.

"Oh my gosh, Hartley, you wouldn't believe it," Amy gasped between laughs. "Our Spanish teacher, Mr. Fuentes, got food poisoning and—get this—he puked all over some poor kid in class!"

Hartley blinked. "...And that's funny?"

Y/N doubled over, holding her stomach. "It gets better! The kid freaked out, slipped, and accidentally hit the kid behind him... which caused a full-on puke chain reaction. I mean, Sloppy Joes for lunch? Absolute chaos!"

Hartley shook her head slowly. "How is that funny? You all are sick."

Amy waved a hand, still chuckling. "Hartley, it's called comedy. You just don't get it. Luckily, Milo and I do."

Y/N smirked. "Exactly. Other people's tiny disasters? Hilarious."

Amy's expression suddenly shifted to something more serious, though still tinged with excitement. "Speaking of events, though... I just became head of the School Dance Committee!"

Hartley made a face. "Nope. Still gross."

Y/N leaned back dramatically. "What? Planning the school dance? I mean... yes, that is gross, but... also kind of impressive."

Amy rolled her eyes. "I've wanted to do this forever. This year, it's at the Round-Up, not the gym. Which means no walking past a bin of jockstraps to get to the dance floor. Major upgrade!"

Colby laughed. "You do realize dances are inherently terrible, right?"

"Exactly why I should be in charge!" Amy shot back. "And, guess what? I could use an idea guy." She pointed at Colby. "Welcome aboard."

Colby grinned. "Just don't make me walk the plank or anything."

Y/N snorted. "Wait, why did that suddenly turn into pirate talk?"

Before anyone could respond, the marching band outside started playing a dramatic fanfare. Hartley's eyes widened.

"What is happening now?" she asked.

Y/N pointed at the bleachers. "Look! Mascot has flowers. Someone's getting a promposal!"

Hartley stared blankly. "A what?"

Amy giggled. "It's when someone really likes someone, and they stage an over-the-top production to ask them to the dance."

Hartley blinked. "That's... unnecessarily complicated."

Colby muttered, "That's Milo for you."

Suddenly, Milo appeared on the bleachers, holding a megaphone. "Milady, will you do me the honor of going to the dance with me?"

Amy froze, while Hartley tilted her head in confusion. Y/N nudged Colby, whispering, "Ohhh, this is gonna be good."

Hartley looked between them. "Uh... give the kid an answer?"

Amy swallowed. "I... I don't think he's asking me."

Hartley's eyes narrowed. "Well then, who is he asking?"

Amy's jaw dropped. "A-M-Y!"

The cafeteria erupted. Students clapped and cheered, some whistling. Milo's face turned red as he waved awkwardly. "Can you hurry up and say yes? My knee still hurts from a Renaissance fair debacle."

Amy groaned inwardly. "Yeah, that's... not something you want to say out loud."

"Excuse us," Amy muttered, leading Colby, Y/N, and Hartley aside.