Nicely - hs

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Why school had to have proms, I had no idea.

And why they had to mandate it, I never understood.

All the guys are asking the girls and all the girls are gushing about the matching colors they're going to wear with their dates. And here I am sitting on one of the school lawn's benches with a book in hand and my earphones at full volume.

And there he is,  by the other end of the lawn and laughing with his prick of a best friend who's probably the shortest guy I know.

His jet black hair isn't gelled up into a quiff today so it covered mostly of his forehead. His eyes are squinting from laughing, his long lashes making them look even smaller. He was showing all of his perfect white teeth as he grinned probably at some stupid joke his best friend Louis was making.

"Uhm, hi."

I look up to my right and realize that Harry, an awkwardly tall and nerdy classmate of mine, stands a meter from my bench.

"Oh. Hi, Harry." I say monotonously as I take in his outfit for today. Long sleeved button up shirt buttoned all the way up to his neck, layered with a knitted brown vest. His high-waist khaki pants making him look taller than he already is. He smiles as he pushes up his very large glasses which is glued in the middle by masking tape.

"Uh, what do you want Harry?" I ask him.

"Well," he starts as he plays with the collar of his shirt, "I was wondering if, uhm...uh, you would...erm..."

Oh, god. Please don't let him ask me to prom.

"Yes?" I urge him.

"If you'd like to, erm, g-go to -"

"Go to prom with you?" I finish for him.

He stops fidgeting with his collar and looks at me.

Wow, kid has green eyes.

Slowly, he nods, his very gelled up quiff bobbing along.

Oh, dear.