[f] When He Asks You to Prom

                                    

                                          
Imagine type: fluff 
                          
Warning: might be cringy, read at your own risk👍 
                          
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"Hello, pretty lady," a familiar voice rings in your ears just like all other days before this one and you close your locker to see JJ with a smug smile. 
                          
"You're late," you begin sarcastically. "You usually come to annoy me before first period." 
                          
You turn around before the blond gets the chance to respond, but no worries, because he follows right behind you anyways. 
                          
"I know you like it when I visit you at your locker," JJ shrugs his shoulders. 
                          
Yes. 
                          
"No, I don't," you scoff. "Have I ever once given you any impression that I even somewhat like you?" 
                          
"No," the boy admits, but his confidence is unfazed. "But you just haven't gotten to know me." 
                          
"Really?" You wonder aloud. "You have something else planned?"
                          
"Prom?" JJ says all of a sudden. 
                          
You're suddenly overwhelmed by the loss of thought and yet a million questions erupt in your head at the same time. 
                          
You were firstly astonished by the fact that JJ had seemingly asked you to prom in such a casual fashion. Secondly, he was serious about this, wasn't he? 
                          
"What?" You stop walking and turn to look at the boy behind you. Students around file neatly into class, but you stay planted where you are. 
                          
"Prom? With me?" JJ asks again. 
                          
You open your mouth, but nothing comes out. 
                          
It's true, no one had asked you yet, but you never even intended to attend prom with a date, and definitely not JJ of all people. 
                          
You stare back at him, his hands nervously playing with his backpack straps. 
                          
"That was the lamest prom-posal I think I've ever witnessed in my entire life," you muttered and JJ's face fell. "Yes, I'll go with you." 
                          
With that, you turned around, lingering behind a few moments, and walked off to class, leaving an utterly amazed JJ standing by himself in the school hallway. 
                          
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Gazing harshly at yourself in the mirror, you review the dress that you took only too long to pick. 
                          
"You're meeting him there?" Kie asked you, standing a few feet away and struggling to put on a pair of earrings she found. 
                          
"I'm not sure," you shrugged, contemplating between tubes of mascara. 
                          
"You're not sure?" Kie repeats and you shrug your shoulders. 
                          
"Everything happened so fast," you insisted. "I didn't realize I'd agreed to go until I saw JJ's mouth drop open." 
                          
You guys decide to abandon the mascara and instead move on to shoes. 
                          
"Are you nervous?" Kie asks once you've chosen a pair and you walk down towards the front door, ready to leave. 
                          
"I am, for some reason," you mumble. 
                          
A knock on the door interrupts your thoughts, startling yourself and Kie. Exchanging confused glances, you open the door the find JJ in a crisp and ironed suit. 
                          
"JJ," you say in astonishment. "I didn't know you were coming here." 
                          
"Thought it was only appropriate," he replies with a sheepish smile, only just noticing Kie behind you.