Ship: Brendon/Pete
Words: 178

My fingers pick up the ringing phone, pressing the green button before I'm running my fingers through my hair, leaning back against the wall.

"Hey, uh, Pete?" The voice asks.

"What's up, Bren?"

"Uh, I was wondering what color you... uh... wanted me to wear to prom...? I mean, I'm guessing just black but like... I don't know what you want..."

I eyebrows furrow, "Uh... whatever you want I guess. I dunno why you're asking me man."

"Oh okay, th-thanks..." he replies, then hangs up.

I blink, about to put down the phone in confusion, but it rings again and I have to pick it up.

"Hey, it's Brendon again."

"Hi, Brendon."

"Hey, so... do you wanna go to prom together?"

I burst out laughing, holding my hand to my mouth as I try to stop.

"I-If not that's fine too, I uh—"

"Yes, Brendon. I'd love to go to prom with you. Black is a good color on you."

"O-Oh, okay, th-thanks." He pauses, "Bye, Pete."

"Bye, Brendon."