Ask Tasha to the wedding... how hard can that be?

Gavin had his hands in his pockets as he walked beside her, his mind racing with how he should ask her. She had told him she loved him. But did she mean it romantically? Or did she only think of him as a friend?

"So..." Gavin started as he began driving her home.

"Hmm?"

Gavin sighed, trying to get his thoughts together. He felt like a teenager again. "Chris' wedding's tomorrow."

"Yep, it is."

"Do you— are you going... with anyone?"

Tasha glanced over at Gavin, who was staring at the toad, his hands gripping the steering wheels a little harder than normal. His cheeks were also tinged pink. "Oh. Uh, no. I guess I'll be a loner by myself at the party."

Gavin glanced over at her, smiling slightly when he saw her looking out the window. "You don't have to be a loner..."

Tasha didn't say anything for a moment. She smiled slightly when she turned to look at him. "Is Gavin Reed asking me out on a date?"

Gavin rolled his eyes at her teasing, his cheeks flushing even more. "That depends on your answer, sweetheart."

As Gavin pulled up to her house, Tasha hummed as she pulled her bag over her shoulder. Before Gavin could say anything else Tasha leaned in, pressing her lips to his cheek. When she pulled back he looked at her, eyebrows raised from shock.

"Is that a good enough answer for you, pretty boy?"

Gavin scoffed, but couldn't help giving her a grin. "I'll call you tomorrow. Have a good night, Tash."

"Mhmm! You too, Gav."

Gavin watched as she walked to her house. He always made sure she got in safely before he drove away. I did it. I actually asked her out on a date. And she said yes. She said yes!

What the hell am I going to wear to a wedding?!

A/N: Just a small taste of what's to come 💜 I would love any Gavin x Tasha suggestions.