Birds sang their morning songs outside Jaspers window. It was hard to stay awake listening to them, their songs were almost like sweet lullabies. But Jasper’s thoughts, that raced as fast as her groggy morning mind would let, kept her awake. 

   Will she say yes? She’ll probably say yes… But what if she doesn’t like how I prompose? She thought to herself. You only get one chance Jasper. Make her as happy she’s made you with this!... If that’s even possible.

   She turned in her bed. Using one hand she blindly looked for her phone, just barely grabbing it from the other side of her double bed. She looked at her phone, cringing from the brightness a bit before her eyes adjusted and she could see her wallpaper of her girlfriend clearly. It was a nice picture of Seraphina she thought. The sunlight glistened off her dark skin, her golden eyes clearly looking into the camera even though Jasper had tried to take a sneaky photo. She could never hide herself from Seraphina. Jasper finally looked to time. It was nine am… Nine am? She was late!

   Jasper shot herself from bed. She scrambled for her clothes, just putting on an old band tee, jeans and a hoodie. They’d do for now. She grabbed her bag, making sure she had everything she needed for her promposal inside before jumping down her house stairs, just barely sticking the landing. She went straight toward the door, ignoring her stomach's new found desire for breakfast.

   “Finally up are ya?” Jasper heard a shrill voice ask from the kitchen.

   She stuck her head into the kitchen. Her mother sat at a small table by the window sipping a drink.

   “No thanks to you.” Jasper replied.

   “Ahh, was it thanks to that lesbian then? Thought I told ya to stay away from that whore.” Her mother spat at her.

   “And I thought I told you that your the only fecken whore I know, Ma.” 

   “Don’t speak like that to me, you!” Her mother screamed.

   “Don’t speak about Seraphina like that then.” Jasper spoke, as calm as her nerves would let her.

   “I’ll speak however I want in me own house!.”

   “Well good thing this isn’t your house then innit!” She said, finally rasing her own voice.

   Before her mother could reply, if she was even going to, Jasper turned and left for school. She was already late as is, she wasn’t going to let her mother make her even later.

*

Seraphina looked into her mirror, making sure her new yellow jumper fit well. She thought it looked nice with her white skirt. She grabbed her phone, pausing to look at her wallpaper of Jasper lying down and strumming a guitar, her short blond hair just barely covered her emerald eyes in the picture. A wide smile was on Jasper’s face, she always smiled while she played guitar. It was her favourite part of watching Jasper play. 

   Seraphina looked to the time: seven fifty. She put on her shoes and left for the kitchen.

   Walking down the stairs she could hear a light singing coming from the kitchen: her mother. She always liked to sing some French songs that reminded her of home.

   “Bonjour.” Seraphina said to her parents as she walked in.

   “Ah, morning, Sera.” Her father said, his attention finally broken from her singing mother. 

   “Hello honey. Do you have everything ready for your proposal?” Her mother asked.

   “Almost, just have one more picture to add then it’s perfect.” She replied.

   Her father chuckled. “I still take one hundred percent credit for the idea.”

   The women in the room laughed. “Sure, Papa.” Seraphina said. 

   The laughing died down. Seraphina sat down at the kitchen table and poured some tea, sipping it as she let her thoughts wander.

   “Mama?”

   “Yes, honey?” Her mother said, coming to sit down at the table.

   “D-Do you think Jasper will like the promposal?” Seraphina asked.

   “Of course she will dear. You put thought and care into it, and Jasper will love it.” Her mother replied.

   Her father spoke up. “Jasper does have good taste after all. She is with you, isn’t she.”

   Seraphina smiled a bit. “Thanks you two, couldn’t do it without you.” She said as she hugged her parents.

   “Of course, dear.” Her mother said.

   “I just can’t wait to see you two all dressed up for prom.” Her father said.

   “Oh, they’ll look so beautiful.” Her mother agreed.

   Seraphina looked at her phone. “I should get going. Thanks again for everything.”

   “You’re welcome, Seraphina. Have a good day at school.” Her mother said, as she left. Her father just waved her goodbye as he bit into a sandwich.

*

Jasper held her bag tight as she walked towards the school doors. She had her prom-posal in that bag, and was going through all the ways she could actually do it in her head.

   A dark haired boy a bit smaller than Jasper walked up to her. “Seraphina’s at her locker.” He told her.

   “Mornin’ to you too, Devin.” She replied.

   “Right, good morning, sorry.” He said as they walked. “Anyways Evan is with her right now but he has to go in a minute so if you wanna do your prom-posal now, then honey we gotta run.” He said, gently pushing Jasper forward.

   Jasper took the hint and picked up the pace. “All my stuff is in my bag. Devin, can you distract Sera while I get them ready?” 

   Devin was panting heavily, running was not something he enjoyed. “Of course, I’ll figure something out.”

   They came to a corner and stopped to catch their breaths, mainly for Devin. Jasper peaked around the corner - Seraphina stood at her locker, organizing her books or something it seemed. She liked to do that.

   Jasper looked to Devin who still looked out of breath. “You ready?”

   Devin looked Jasper right in the eyes. “No.”

   “Great, lets go.” Jasper said, dragging him around the corner. 

   Seraphina saw them coming and quickly closed her locker door. Strange, Jasper thought. 

   “Mornin’ babe.” Jasper said, pecking Seraphina on the cheek.

   “Good morning, Jas.” Seraphina looked to Devin, who was still panting slightly. “Are you ok, Devin?” She asked.

   Devin walked around Seraphina, getting Jasper  out of her line of sight. “No, Seraphina I need your help. Do you have the homework for Mr. P done?” He said, sounding  panicked. His drama club experience was coming in handy, Jasper thought.

   Jasper sat her bag down as quickly and quiet as she possibly could. She unzipped it and carefully pulled out a balloon that read ‘Will you go to Prom with me?’ and a framed picture of her and Seraphina smiling at a picnic with a message on the back saying ‘I love your smile’. She held the picture and turned the balloon so it showed its message. 

   She nodded to Devin, he gestured back to her and Seraphina turned around.

   Jasper stood there, beet red and looked at her girlfriend who gasped at the sight. “W-Will you go to prom with me, Sera?” She asked sheepishly.

   Tears welled up in Seraphina’s eyes. “Of course.” She answered, hugging Jasper close. “Oh, you look so cute when you’re embarrassed.”

   Jasper grumbled at this, but held Seraphina closer.

   Seraphina let go of her, tears sliding gently down her face. She opened her locker and pulled Jasper over to look into it.

   It was a collage - No, a shrine, to their relationship. Every picture from a major event in their relationship from their first month anniversary to their most recent Valentines day together surround the words ‘Will you go to Prom with me?.

   “Oh my God.” Jasper said. She looked to Seraphina who waited for her answer. Jasper pulled her in and kissed her. “I love you so much.” She said after.

   “So is that a yes?” Seraphina asked with a laugh.

   Jasper laughed too. “Yes.”

*