Paris had me all worked over this Promposal thing. I didn't get it. I had to figure that the people who participated in such a ritual must be already dating and certain that the person they were asking wouldn't say, no, considering the humiliation that would happen if they did. Especially if they said no, right after you made a public spectacle of yourself.

I am in a relationship with Brynn. Are we dating?

Uh...

Things haven't moved along as expected. We've gone out a couple of times together but we sort of skipped that part and jumped headlong into the serious end of things. Doesn't this guarantee me she'll say yes?

Maybe?

In truth, I have not a clue. Brynn on her best days is an enigma. So, there is that unpredictable quality which on most days I love but today... today has me wondering if I'm about to make the biggest fool of myself ever.

Isn't she worth it?

Of course, she is and that is exactly why I am currently dressed like Westley from the "Princess Bride" all in black, complete with a mask, a sword hanging at my side, and knocking on Brynn's door.

"What the...?" Brynn said as she opened the door and saw me for the first time.

Okay, not exactly the best first impression...

I tried to swallow the spit from my mouth but then realized it had gone completely dry, still, I manage to get out, "I am the Dread Pirate Roberts and you, young miss, are my prisoner."

I see her mouth quirk right in the left-hand corner, as I grab her hands, tie them lightly with a ribbon, pick her up, and sit on her grandmother's porch. Who by the way is watching everything from her window.

Then Tyler leaped up from the front bushes causing Brynn to jump in surprise.

"AH-HA! You have killed my father! Prepare to die!"

Brynn starts laughing because Tyler is wearing a long black wig dressed in some medieval peasant looking costume and can't do a decent Spanish accent to save his life. He pulls out a fencing sword and so do I and we go at it on the front lawn.

I'm surprised that the neighbors don't call the cops on us. We ended our skit with me doing a triple cartwheel and Tyler asked, "Who are you?" right before I pretended to bonk him on the head with the hilt of my sword, and he fell over.

Then from over by the fence, a basketball goes whizzing past my head. There is Kobe the biggest guy on our team grinning. "I didn't have to miss!" he said.

"I believe you!" And the wrestling match ensued. When Kobe hit my back against the tree, he really did knock the wind out of me. "Sorry," he whispered, right before he dropped to his knees as I acted out strangling him into unconsciousness.

"Idiots! Morons!" yelled Mike as he appeared from behind a parked car. "I challenge you to a battle of Wits!"

"To the death?" I inquired.

Mike nodded.

"For the fair Lady Brynn?"

Mike nodded again.

"I accept!"

We joined Brynn on the porch. I can tell by the way her eyes are shining and the smile that is spread from ear to ear that she is in the very least enjoying our little skit.

Brynn's grandmother put out a glass filled with unsweetened iced tea for me to grab by the door. I picked it up and placed it between us. I pulled out a small packet of sweetener from my pocket, and tear it open, handing it off to Mike, who by the way is wearing a peach rubber shower cap so he could pretend he's bald, just so you have the visual.

"Inhale this but do not touch."

"I smell nothing," Mike replied.

"What you do not smell is Saccharin an artificial sweetener used by old people. Consumed in large quantities it leaves a horrible metallic aftertaste in your mouth. It is among the more deadlier poisons known to teenagers."

"Hmm," Mike replied unimpressed.

I poured the entire contents into the cup in front of us.

"Okay," Mike said, "this is where I ask you 3 trivia questions and we discover who is smart or who is dead."

Mike pulls out a Trivia Pursuit card.

"When Michael Jordan played for the Chicago Bulls, how many NBA championships did he win?"

"Child's play, Six," I answered confidently.

"Correct."

"What does HTTP stand for?"

I rolled my eyes... "HyperText Transfer Protocol."

"Is that right?" Brynn leans over to whisper to Mike who shrugs, looks, and points to the answer and Brynn nods impressed.

"What fashion fad did the 1983 movie "Flashdance" make popular?"

"It has to be off the shoulder sweatshirts."

"HA!... HA! HA! HA! ... HA! HA! ... HA!" Mike over-exaggerated."You guessed wrong. It was legwarmers!"

I conceded, took a drink, and then dramatically fell off my chair.

"WAIT!" Brynn stood up and leaned over me. "You're not supposed to be dead!"

I opened my eyes and pushed myself up with my elbows, "Don't you know anything?" I said back to her, "Death can't stop true love, all it can do is delay it for a little while. But if you truly wish to save me from this pit of despair, I've fallen into you need to answer this question." I handed Brynn what looked like an old parchment and untied her hands.

She slid off the ribbon and read what I wrote in beautiful calligraphy I might add:

"Will you go to Prom with me, my Sweet Brynn? Answer either: Inconceivable or As You Wish"

Brynn just stood there staring at the parchment, biting her lower lip. Either because she was too emotional to speak or she was trying to figure out how to let me down easy."

"Inconceivable."

Okay, maybe not that easy.

Gran pops her head out of the screen door. "Cookies, boys? Come on in!"

Kobe, Tyler, and Mike scramble to remove themselves from this awkward situation. Mike patting my back in sympathy as he walked past.

"You keep using that word. I don't think it means what you think it means."

"Finn," Brynn held out a hand to help me up off the floor. "There is no possible way I can go to prom. As lovely as the idea may seem. I'm just not up for it. My treatments start before then and I can't be around all those people. It would be dangerous for me."

"Is that the only reason?" I asked.

"Well, that and I wouldn't have a clue as to what to do, or wear, or anything, really. I have never been to a school dance, like EVER."

I nodded as I take a seat next to Brynn on her Gran's glider. "That's why I've made all the preparations to have an exclusive prom held right her in Gran's backyard. Paris and Gran will help you with the girlie stuff and the rest... you can just leave it up to me. If this is something you want Brynn, I'll make it happen for you."

Brynn looked at me with tear-filled eyes but the most beautiful smile I've seen grace her lips yet.

"As you wish."

I crushed her in a hug and she started giggling. I pulled back and wiped away the tears that had escaped her lashes. "You should have known; me the planner would have thought all that out before doing this," I said waving my hand to encompass the stage also known as Gran's front lawn.

"I will never doubt again," Brynn said grinning.

"Oh, I see what you did there." I chuckled with a head nod, giving her props for the perfect response.

"I've got one condition though if we are really going to do this thing," Brynn said suddenly serious.

"Name it," I tell her.

"You gotta wear that outfit and not a tux to the prom," Brynn said me taking me by surprise.

"You want me to wear this?"

"What can I say..." Brynn grinned at me. "I find men in masks, incredibly sexy."

"Remind me never to take you any luchador matches in the future."

Laughter erupts from Brynn. "With your weakness for women and spicy food and mine for men wearing masks, let's just agree for the sake of our relationship never to visit Mexico."

"Deal!" I said holding my hand out to shake on it and she did.

"We should probably go inside and break the good news to the guys so they don't feel they have to sneak out the back door and hop the fence to avoid bumping into us."

Brynn giggled. l love that sound.

"Ah, let them sweat it out a little longer," Brynn reached over and pulled me towards her by the nape of my neck so she could kiss me.

Brynn pulled away slightly when it was over, and I consented. "Yeah, to hell with them. I never really liked them anyway." I pull her over to me and we start making out in plain view on Gran's front porch until there was a knock on the window.

Tyler was standing there grinning. "Come to the dark side. We have cookies." We heard muffled from behind the glass as he and the rest of the team held up handfuls of cookies.

Brynn laughed embarrassed and tucked her face into my shoulder. She peaked up at me so I can only see her eyes. "We should probably..."

"Yeah," I agreed. I stand up and offer her my hand. She takes it and hand in hand we go inside.

"So, did you like the reenactment?" Tyler asked as we came into the living room and were handed cookies.

"Please, don't get me started on the multiple number of inaccuracies of that performance," Brynn teased.

"Seriously?" Tyler uttered, dumbfounded and I couldn't help laughing.

There is Brynn, being an enigma again. Sweet and adorable one minute. Sarcastic and in your face the next.

Is there any wonder why I love this girl?

Yeah, I didn't think so either.