Another Cliché Promposal |✓

Dream Come True

"You should go, I didn't and I regret it." She rolled her eyes towards the sky as the words worked their way out of her Mom's mouth for what must have been the fiftieth time, and that was just this week.

"And I'm just saying, no." She scrolled through Pinterest on her phone, and came across an ad from JCPenney for prom dresses as much as she tried to ignore it, a certain dress caught her eye. It certainly wasn't the dress she pictured herself in as a little girl but then again, unicorns and sparkles weren't exactly her style anymore. It was the prettiest color she had ever laid eyes on, a nude blush that had a floral print working its way through the entirety of the dress.

"-u get asked to it?" She was brought back to reality when her Mom was half-way through a ridiculous question. A snort naturally exited her nose as she pieced together the sentence.

"And if I don't?" Her Mom shook her head as she scrubbed at a ketchup stain her little brother, who stared intently at his Mom attempting to get the splatter out, had gotten on his favorite shirt.

"I'll take you!" Her little brother had piped up, grinning widely showing off his missing front tooth.

"That's not necessary, bub, but thank you." She shot a grin back at him before standing from the swivel chair at the island in her kitchen, a buzz vibrated the phone in her hands. Her grin grew even bigger as she read the text on her screen. He's here. "Gotta go! Love you guys!" She barely heard the reply as she made her way out the front door and was greeted by him.

She ran to him, immediately wrapping her arms around his waist, her best friend, her crush. "Woah there girly, almost knocked the wind out of me." He laughed, which was music to her ears.

"What do you say we get out of here?" She nodded as they both got into the handy-me-down pick-up truck. The car ride was full of laughter and cringy sing-alongs as per usual. They finally made it to their spot, an old barn that nearly had the roof caving in. His Dad talked a lot about tearing the entire thing down, but once, when they were fourteen, they chained themselves to it  in an act of retaliation.

As they approached the barn she noticed something different, the hay that usually covered the whole of the floor was now pushed away in various places, seemingly strategically. It read, 'Prom?'. She gasped placing her hand over her mouth and turned to see her best friend behind her; on one knee eliciting an airy laugh from her.

"I'm not really sure how to go about doing this," he bent his arm behind his head, scratching at his neck, "will you go to prom with me?"

She didn't speak-she couldn't speak- she only nodded and that was all the answer he needed.