The school bell finally rings, and now I can go home.
My name is Danielle, I'm 17. I'm a senior this year. I live a care free life. Well, not really. I just make the best of it."Jeez woman, could you walk any slower?" Sammy yelled at me.
"Well damn Sam you in a rush?" I teased.
While I'm walking to my truck, it looks colorful. My truck is grey.
"Dude, your car." Sam said while my eyes got huge.
"Why does it have sticky notes all over it? I was filled with anger.
"Oh wait, the windshield says something." He said walking on the opposite side of the truck.
"What does it say?" I walk up and when Sammy came out of the other side with flowers and chocolates he shocked me.
The sticky notes read PROM?
"Danielle, will you go to prom with me?" He asked.
"Of course dork!" I tightly hugged him. "I can't believe you went through all this trouble for me."
"It was worth it!" He released me.
"Thank you!" I said.
We stood in front of my truck and took a picture. This is so much trouble for a guy to go through. It was sweet.
"Text or call me tonight. Okay?" he said.
How could I forget? Ever since we were little Sam and I would always call each other from 7-7:30. I don't know why. We would talk about random things. We would ask how each other's day was.
"Okay, or just come over." I told him.
"Okay, I'll see you later love." He hugged me.
When I got in the my truck, on my way home I couldn't help to think that he actually did that. How did he time? Who did it for him? Why would he ask me? He is too sweet.
I posted our picture on Instagram.
@daniellebradbery:
#mcm goes to my best-friend who took the time to do this crazy surprise and asking me to prom! I love you Sammy boy! @sammywilkI pulled up to my house, and my mom was just getting out of the car.
"Dani, what happened to your truck?" She said.
"Mom, come inside I'll explain."
She was kinda mad, but I hope she gets a kick out of it.
We sit down in the kitchen, while my mom pours us a glass of lemonade.
"So tell me what jerk did that to your truck."
"Not a jerk, it was Sam." I told her.
"Wait, Stalker Sam or best friend Sam."
Stalker Sam. goodness that kid will not leave me alone. He is one obsessed guy. All I ever told him was, 'You have pretty eyes' and that automatically meant I love you to him.
"Best-Friend Sam. Mom he asked me to prom. Like literally asked me. I was expecting him to ask like Emily or something. Look this is what it looked liked." I showed her our picture on Instagram.
"That's so sweet. I've always liked him. Aren't you lucky?" She winked at me.
"Quit JoAnn." I laughed.
"Girl, you better not be talking to me"
"You're the only JoAnn here."
"Go do your homework and get ready for soon!"
The balcony to my room the right across from Sam's room. I stepped out to do some homework since it was such a pretty day.
"Wanna so my homework too?" He yelled.
"You're too cute. I'll do it for forty bucks."
"You're crazy, I can go get Taco Bell with that."
Sam always gets Taco Bell, he basically lives there. Nothing will change his mind.
"Take me to dinner son."
"I'll keep that in mind. I might need to check my schedule and you might need to make an appointment." He winked at me.
"Shut up."
I heard my mom call me down for dinner.
"Dinner time." I said.
"Come over when you're done, I need to talk to you!" He smiles and walks inside.
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