Short And Sweet: A collection of Flash Fiction Romance Stories

The Flyer

I zoned out to the sound of Mr. D's voice. It was the last period of the day and physics wasn't really the best way to end it. So, I daydreamed.

The best way to end my day, every school day, is when I see him.

It was some kind of an unspoken routine between us. Almost every day, before I go home, I'd go directly to the library lobby and he'd be there, usually with a book in his hands. I would sit down beside him and we'd spend at least 30 minutes, sometimes an hour, talking about everything and nothing. Just random things that fancy our attention at the moment. We weren't exactly best friends. I don't even remember when exactly did we start hanging out like this; we just did.

I opened my notebook when something fell on my lap. The Prom Flyer. Oh, I almost forgot. Prom is next week and nobody has invited me yet. HE haven't invited me yet. Well, I hope he would or else I'm not going. This is his last year before his parents sends him off to college and wouldn't it be nice if we'd go to prom together?

I didn't realize that I started doodling his name on the back part of the flyer until I focused my attention on it; a simple artwork completed with hearts and the words "Will you go to prom with me?" daintily written at the bottom.

Gosh, Puppy Love; It makes people crazy and somehow stupid. I don't really believe in fairy tales but a girl can always dream right? Finally, the bell rang. I slid the paper in my notebook and got up.

"Hanna," Mr. D approached me, gesturing for me to take the black flash drive in his hand, "Please take this to Ms. Garcia. I'd requested her to make printouts for tomorrow's activity." I groaned inside. So much for being the class secretary.

I took the drive from him. "Of course, Mr. D. I assume I should wait for the printouts as well?"

"Yes, please."

I nodded and hurried off to the computer lab which is located just above the library. As I neared the lobby, I saw him sitting in his usual place, his head buried on a book. He haven't seen me yet.

There are two entrances to the 2nd floor and I turned right so I wouldn't have to cross the lobby and rushed upstairs. Grabbing the door, I swung my bag in front of me to stuff my notebook inside and headed straight to Ms. Garcia's office. I left the Flash Drive to her and told her I'd be back later to pick up the printouts.

I rushed back to the library lobby and he was...gone. He went home already?

"But we haven't talked yesterday..." I slumped and scanned the area for him. I even went inside the library to see if he was there, but of course he wasn't.

Feeling glum all of a sudden, I walked back up with my eyes trained on my shoes; muttering to myself about my insanity over a boy. I didn't want to wait inside the computer lab, so, I turned my back from the door and went to lean on the railings to just think.

Why do we have to undergo this stage again? Must be the Hormones? Cripes, he is just a boy and here I am, going crazy. I wouldn't call it love, more like a silly crush maybe, but not love. Typical teenager.

I lost myself with daydreaming, again, when someone spoke from behind me. "I believe you dropped your Love letter." I froze. I know that voice. I whirled around and he was there, his lips curved in a lopsided grin, his right brow arched slightly upwards. Then my eyes zeroed in on the bright pink paper in his outstretched hand; blood rushed to my cheeks. Oh my G! the Prom Flyer! I think I'm gonna faint. I have no intention of ever showing him that doodle!

"I...uhmmm," I stammered and hastily grabbed the paper from him and he just stood there, his brow still arched as if waiting for something.

I am dying inside right now. I turned the the flyer over to see the foolish question I have written like 30 minutes ago. And there it was, the 7-word question that was once my dream but is now turning into a nightmare.

"Will you go to prom with me?" He must think I'm desperate! I looked up and he spoke again, awkwardly, "So... uhm, will you? go to prom with me?" My eyes widened then I looked down at the paper once more. This time, I noticed that the hearts were gone. And this definitely isn't my handwriting.

"Well?" he looked nervous.

"You are...asking me to Prom?'

"Yes, please?"

The world came to a standstill. I heard my heart thumping wildly in my chest and felt my head bob to answer him 'Yes'; the paper now falling to the floor.

We'll, Fairy tales do come true after all.