Prom Night – Part 1

MEANWHILE, AT THE PROM…

Zeke has already arrived at the prom; there aren’t many people there yet, and Gladys isn’t here yet either. Some of his classmates have started the first activity of the night, which is voting for prom king and queen. Zeke doesn’t want to stay behind, so he does the same.

Taein: So? Who are you going to vote for, Wilson?
Zeke: That’s none of your business.
Taein: Come on, we all know who you’re going to vote for.
Zeke: Really? Then why are you asking?
Taein: Man, seriously, you need to chill.
Zeke: Yeah, whatever.
It’s not like Zeke to be rude, but his nerves are getting the best of him. Where is Gladys? Why hasn’t she shown up yet?

Despite his nerves, Zeke managed to cast his vote. Of course, he voted for himself as king and for Gladys as queen—could there be a better couple?
Zeke: Well, if everything goes well tonight, maybe we’ll be a couple soon, right? I’m just saying.

Gladys is finally here! As soon as Zeke sees her walk into the room he wastes no time and…
Zeke: Hey, will you dance with me?
Gladys: Sure.
The smile that spreads across Gladys’s face soothes Zeke’s heart and puts his nerves to rest once and for all.

There’s a lot going on around the place, but he only has eyes for Gladys.

After their first dance, Zeke works up the courage to ask her to be his girlfriend. You only have to see Gladys’s face to guess what her answer is.
Zeke: Seriously, are you 100% sure?
Gladys: (Giggles) Of course I am, Zeke.

Zeke doesn’t wait any longer and risks stealing the first kiss…
And Gladys returns it, it’s a perfect night now! 💕

They spend the rest of the night eating marshmallows and saying sweet little things to each other.

They’re so captivated that they don’t even turn around when they hear that the prom king and queen are about to be announced.

Gladys: Who did you vote for?
Zeke: Can’t you guess?
Gladys: Did you vote for…?
Zeke: For you, of course.
Gladys: Really?
Zeke: Of course I’m serious.
Gladys: (Blushing) You know what? I voted for you, too.
Zeke can hear his own heart beating.
Zeke: Really? Thank you.
Gladys: You’re welcome.

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