Jon headed to his locker first thing in the morning. Karen called him that morning and told him to meet her in homeroom. Something about running late and needing to get a few things finished with a project. that just left him with grabbing a few of his textbooks before heading off to meet her.
Except when he got to his locker, he found a note. Karen's handwriting stuck out, but why would she leave him a note? They just talked like half an hour ago. He glanced around, to see if anyone was watching him, not that he expected anyone to be watching him.
He opened the letter and read it as he walked to his homeroom.
*Dear Jon,
We've been best friends for a long time. Sometimes it feels like its been forever, and sometimes like its not been long enough. I love spending time with you, even if we just sit around and do nothing. Being with you sometimes turns my day from awful into something great.
I know things have been rough for your family for a while, and that even if you wanted to, you might not be able to handle everything with prom coming up, but I want you to go.
I want to go with you.
I know we've never really talked about it, but I thought that this just might be the best time to take the chance. You're my best friend and I want to see if we can make that into something more?
What do you say?
Karen*
By the time Jon finished the letter, he was standing in his homeroom. He wasn't quite sure how he managed to get there, but his feet certainly knew the route.
He wasn't expecting this. He thought Karen felt the same way, but thinking it and knowing are two different things. He wasn't even upset that she 'stole' his thunder and asked him before he could ask her. In fact, he felt a little giddy and fluttery that she did this. It wasn't a grand gesture, but it fit them so well.
"So what do you say?"
Jon looked up to see Karne standing in front of him. Her now blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail, letting him see every inch of her smile. Her low-cut blouse highlighted her large breasts, and she seemed to find some confidence with them out. She wore just a light coating of makeup, because even with her errant wish, she still was Karen. She was there.
Jon couldn't help it and just threw his arms around her in a tight hug. "Yes." he said. He wasn't sure where these feelings of vulnerability were coming from, or how Karen seemed to make them go away.
"oh thank God," she whispered back, hugging him just as tightly. "I thought you would, but you know."
Jon chuckled a bit, and pulled back from her, but not before giving her a quick kiss on the cheek. "You kind of beat me to it."
Karen blushed but shared his smile. "We'll talk more about it later, but I did good?"
"You did great," Jon said. He folded the letter back up carefully, planning on keeping it somewhere safe.
"And don't worry about anything, I'll be taking care of it all." Karen motioned for Jon to take a seat next to her, and he did. "I'll handle dinner, the car, and the tickets. Maybe even..." She blushed even brighter at this.
"If you wanted," Jon said, cutting her off before she could finish the statement. He felt his own face turn hot at the implication. "But I could help out." He wasn't sure how he could, but he definitely could.
"No, let me do this," Karen said, taking his hand in hers. She gave him a gentle squeeze and another smile. "All you need to do is let me know what color to match with and to show up looking great."
"Okay," Jon said. He thought of the certificate, now hoping it would offer everything he needed to not disappoint her. "I can do that."
"And no wishes to help me out," she said, pointing her finger at him with a smirk. "I can handle, okay?"
"Deal," Jon said as the teacher walked in. He tried to pay attention, but between it just being role-call and the way Karen was still holding his hand, he couldn't think of much else.
