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Matchmaker's Match #DreamPromposal

I watched from behind the lockers as Isaac set up the flowers and sign in front of the closed door of the science classroom, where Maddie was. He arranged them and then ran back to me. Before he made it back, however, he spun around to straighten the pink roses. I couldn't help giggling.

After a moment, it was perfect and he ran back to me. "Are sure she'll like it?" he said, sweeping away his slightly damp bangs. I slapped my hands on his shoulders. "It's perfect and she'll say yes."

The bell rang and Isaac seemed to choke on air. "Hey, man," I said, gripping his arms. "Calm down, turn around and watch!" I steered him to face the hallway. The floor opened and teens flooded out. They stopped quickly, however, and dragged Maddie to the front of the crowd. They ooed and awwed as she picked the flowers up and read the poster. The smile on her face told me that Isaac wouldn't be needing a reply to know she would say yes.

"Thank you so much, Adora," Isaac said. He gave one last smile before disappearing into the sea of students.

Yep, that's me. Adora the matchmaker for dances. I really don't think I was qualified for this though. I mean, I had never even been on a date let alone gone to a dance! People must just assume that the matchmaker can find her own match. Or maybe I matched up all those who would ask me.

I had told all my friends my ideas for the perfect promposal. One friend asked me, with a twinkle in her eye, what I think was the best promposal. I thought for a moment, then said, "A cute, clever movie reference." I love movies. All the romance films came in handy around prom and homecoming.

As I drove home from school, my thoughts flashed to what was in the back of my closet. A navy, sleeveless dress with a skirt that would flow out behind me. That is, it would if I ever got to wear it. I had bought it sophomore year, the year I turned 16 and when I could get asked to a dance. And here I am, a senior. But like I said before, all the people were matched up.

As I pulled into my driveway, what looked like a hundred colorful balloons appeared, floating high and away from the back of my house. I laughed in delight and quickly got out of my car and ran to the backyard. A small cardboard house was floating lazily via more balloons, the words, "Are you UP for prom?" written neatly on it. And to the side of it was the boy I had matched up with my friend, because she deserved the best. The friend who had asked about the best promposal. I ran and hugged Oliver as my friends all appeared. They clapped and one of them cheered, "The Matchmaker's met her match!"