R5 Imagines

Ross Imagine *prom*

I post yet another picture online in hopes that the person it was aimed for would notice it and accept.  My senior prom is only two weeks away and I still don't have a date.  All of my friends have found someone to go with but I have been so focused on this one task that I never thought of a back-up plan.  

I have seen people many times ask their favorite celebrity to be their date to a school dance and I figured I had nothing to lose in doing the same.  Every day for the past month I have been posting a picture of me asking Ross Lynch to go to prom with me and so far it has been silent on his end.  I've even surprisingly gotten a lot of other people to help out, reposting the picture in trying to get Ross's attention.  

I figured all of this was a long shot but it was worth it to at least try, right?  As I sat in my study hall for the day talking with my friends, I'm interrupted by my phone going off, indicating that I have a notification.  I hesitate before checking it, not wanting to get my hopes up like I've been doing all month.  Before I even unlock my phone, it beeps a few more times in my hand, catching everyone else's attention at the table.  

"Sounds like someone's popular," my friend Tyler mocks but my best friend Emma is staring at me with wide eyes, knowing exactly why I'm tensing up now.  

I slowly glance down and my breath catches in my throat, my heart in my stomach as I see Ross's name flash across my phone multiple times.  

"Oh my God," I gasp, going onto Instagram and seeing that Ross has liked my photo and has taken it upon himself to direct message me.  "Emma!  It's actually happening!" I squeal.  

My eyes skim over the screen and read and then reread Ross's message over and over again.  He had said he was flattered that I had asked and never had a chance to go to a high school prom since he was homeschooled.  The last sentence felt like a dream.  

"I would love to go to prom with you," I whispered while Emma leaned eagerly over my shoulder.  With shaky hands I respond, telling him I can't believe he is actually accepting the invitation.  We write back and forth for the next couple minutes, making plans as to how this whole thing is going to work out.  

I go through the rest of the day surrounded in a misty haze, trying to comprehend that this is actually happening – that I actually have the date for prom that I never thought I'd be able to get!  That special Friday just couldn't come soon enough!

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On that early Friday morning, I pop right out of bed, a jumble of nerves and excitement.  The school didn't expect any of us seniors to actually show up today so I have all this time to myself to get ready for tonight.  Ross is meeting my friends and I at the park that everyone goes to get their prom pictures taken before going to the dance.  Only about eight more hours until I get to see him in a tux!

I throw on an old shirt and pair of shorts and head out to meet Emma and a few other girls at the nail salon.  After that Emma and I were going to get our hair done together and then back to my house to do each other's make-up and get dressed. 

I end up selecting a very simple and classy French tip design for my nails with some rhinestone decals.  The whole time the girls and I just gush about how amazing this night will be and how much we hope it will be as unforgettable as they always make it seem in the movies.  I already know that my night will be a one in a million chance that will never happen again so I absolutely cannot wait.  

About an hour later, Emma and I head to our favorite hair boutique.  I show the hair dresser a few different designs I had found and let her pick the one she thinks will look best, instilling my complete trust in her professional eye.  Since my dress is strapless, I knew I wanted my hair to either be half-up/half-down or completely down.  A short while later I get spun around in my chair and gasp at my reflection, taking in the soft curls that brush my shoulders.  Holding up an additional mirror behind my head, I'm able to see the intricate design that the tendrils have been pinned in order to make my hair look like a blooming flower.