**Day before prom**
*nerdy dude approaches me*
"Hey...u-Uhh Mer?"
Me: "Yes that's my name."
N: "W-will you go to prom with me?"
M: O.O
My mind: Someone actually asked me to go to prom with them?!
Me: I'm sorry *starts off*
*dude already looks depressed*
Me: It's not you, but I love my bed more.
Dude: *startled and confused* *then tries to not burst out from laughter*
D: Can I... Can I try to convince you?
Me: *sends perplex expression* Uhh sure, but I doubt it. I've been with my bed about all my life.
**Next day**
Dude: *gives me my favorite series*
Me: Oh my...
Dude: Is that a yes?
Me: *jumps at books* My baby's in there!!! *almost cries out in joy*
Dude: Read the first letter of each book.
Me: P...R....O................m. It says prom.
Dude: Bed or books and prom?
Me: You're making me choose between my babies?!
Dude: Uhhh *no comment*
Me: Fine, but don't say I didn't warn you when I show up in my sweatpants and a Hello Kitty shirt.
Dude: *eye sparkle*
Dude's mind: Score!....and it's why I like you.
Dude: I'm okay with that.
Dude's mind: I'm okay with everything if it's with you.
Me: *snuggles with the smell of new books* *sigh* Life's AMAZEBALLS.
