5 Seconds of Summer Preferences 2.0

#113: He Asks You To Prom

Luke:

"I'm not even sure why I'm standing here." The confusion was written on Luke's face, he was biting down on his bottom lip after speaking and his eyes had adverted down to the ground. You furrowed your eyebrows confused and moved away from leaning against the door frame to the entrance of your eyes to get a better look at him. "Weren't you just supposed to follow me to the bus like we do every single day?" You asked with confusion written in your face even more than him, there was nothing weird about this situation but he was standing stiff. Every morning with the clock almost striking 8 Luke would show up so you could take the bus together and follow each other for school. It had become a best friends habit of yours which also made sure you always started the morning out with a bright smile. "Yes right! That's the reason." He didn't seem fully convinced by your words, he was furrowing his eyebrows. You threw your bag over your shoulder preparing to leave but just as you somehow expected he stopped you from walking past him. "Actually, I have something to say." He was looking a bit more nervous now, his cheeks had turned completely red and it wasn't because of the weather. "Then spit it out Luke we don't have all day right." You mumbled a little bit irritated but still very curious to what he had to say. He was looking down at his feet again and stumbling over his words not getting anywhere. "Luke come o-," "Will you go to prom with me?" The question was so rushed out from his mouth you barely caught up with it and within a second a red rose was forced in your face. You stood for a moment trying to figure out what was going on but as a sigh of relief escaped your lips a huge smile formed on your lips. "I was almost afraid you wouldn't ask me." You giggled and kissed his cheek gently after grabbing the rose. He stood frozen for a minute confused what was going on as you walked past him ready to leave for school. "Wait so that was a yes?" He asked just to be sure and his stomach erupted with butterflies when you looked over your shoulder and nodded your head agreeing.

Calum:

"It's like Mr. Maverick never fully understands that being late because of the bus is totally reasonable." You mumbled in disbelief and shook your head before looking over at Calum nodding his head in agreement. "It's like he's standing in the door right at the second the period starts desperate to just force the purple note in my face." You almost wanted to laugh because it was that ridiculous. You didn't understand how it was possible to have a teacher that hated you as much as he did but it also made it a challenge to piss him off as much as possible. "You okay? You've been awfully quiet." You asked seconds later and looked at him half worried. It was never like him to be this quiet he always enjoyed having a good laugh. "Yeah, I'm perfectly fine." He smiled softly to prove that he was stating the truth but there was still a twist of nervousness on his face. You shrugged your shoulder not fully convinced and turned around to open your locker but as you did, your eyes widened in surprise. The locker usually only contained books and old P.E clothes but as red rose pedals flied out you were left more confused than ever. They were everywhere and also fell to the floor you stood for a moment trying to figure out what was going on. Deep inside you could also see a small bouquet where you assumed the pedals had come from and when you looked at the small note where your locker pictures were hanging your jaw fell. The words 'Will you go to prom with me?' were messily written but the handwriting was obvious, it was Calum. Looking over your shoulder with wide eyes and cheeks just as red as the roses you saw how the nervousness had been replaced with an award winning smile. "Oh my god." Was the only thing you managed to say and he giggled by your reaction. Just like he had imagined it to be. "I assume that is a yes." He smiled and wrapped an arm around you, he didn't care if everyone else at the hallway were staring at you. "Yes." You nodded your head in agreement and giggled again when you looked into the locker. You couldn't believe he had set time off to surprise you. "Of course I will be your date for prom."

Michael:

It was with a hand almost forced onto the table you were sitting at you looked up with frustrated wide eyes. It wasn't like you were paying attention to what was going on at the blackboard but it wasn't like Mrs. Verona's voice was striking through you. She had been rambling about something boring for the past twenty minutes and with your lack of concentration your attention was pointed towards something else. But it was close to make your temper boil. The last five minutes you had felt papers being thrown at you, created into small airplanes and keeping on annoying you. It wasn't a shocker who it was because you didn't even need to look over your shoulder to know that it was Michael. He had been sitting there three rows away from you square across but still managing to hit you in the back with every single throw. You wanted to just turn around and yell at him but it was possible without avoiding detention for disturbing class. He knew that he was getting on your nerves it was the reason why he continued to do it. It was like the last straw was picked when you felt the movement in your back again but this time you turned around with furious eyes. "What do you want?" You hissed as quietly as you could, earning glares from other students. Michael's eyes adverted down to the little paper airplane and you took it from the floor to take a look. You were looking at him suspiciously but when he made movements with his hands to show you had to open it you did. You could barely see what it said because the paper was crumbled but when you realized that he was asking you for prom you almost had to double check. He looked pretty nervous when you looked back at him his eyes had found the table. Rolling your eyes you grabbed your marker, wrote on the paper and crumbled it into a ball. Because he wasn't paying attention as his eyes were fixed on his own table he got a bit of a sock wen the paper was thrown back. He seemed curious when he was opening but seeing the smile spread on his face made him swoon all over the floor. He looked back at you just to be sure and even if he was the most annoying ever you still nodded your head in agreement.

Ashton:

A loud groan was echoed in the otherwise very quiet library when you hovered forward on the table and took a look at the assignment again. You weren't sure what was most annoying; the fact that this couldn't be fixed magically by itself or the fact that Ashton wasn't helping you the slightest. It was kind of his job considering he was the one who suggested to help you out with your homework. But all he did was being annoying, more likely being a bit too cocky because he kept telling you to read the task over and over, yet you still didn't understand it. "You can't just tell me to read it over because it won't help! You need to explain this to me otherwise we won't get any progress in this boring assignment." You almost wanted to force your head against the papers and table because it was that frustrating being in your position. He laughed softly by your words and leaned down to grab a soda he had been saving in his bag for situations like this. "Here. Drink something. Just to get some boost." He smiled and you almost wanted to roll your eyes but took it out of his hand. If you needed some boost you would have to drown the whole Fanta in one bit. "You know Y/N sometimes reading it over helps." "Well I'm sure you're the one thinking that will help." You commented back after swallowing and you were about to place it back on the table when you noticed something. It was only by the gaze you had seen it but as you took a better look at the bottle your eyes widened. There was a large W drawn over the F for Fanta and right below it said "go to prom.". You looked up at Ashton to see him wiggle his eyebrows and laugh, "I told you sometimes it helps to read things over and over until you realize what it says." You shook your head in disbelief of what was probably the most fun but lame way of asking you and you slapped him carefully in the arm. "What, you said you didn't want me to be cheesy this time." He said in surrender as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in to press a kiss to his cheek. "I love it you dork. The answer is yes."