It was a day after the time Cris got Sam's number.

He was currently writing another poem when he remember that he got their number so he decided to text them.

Cris: Hey, guess who this is? ;)

Cris kept reading his text over and over, thinking that he might be a little too confident but he reluctantly went and sent it.

Sam: I'm guessing the infamous Crisson Ronan Alenzo~ You know your name really is something else.

Cris: So I've been told. What are you doing right now?

Sam: Wondering what my plans for the upcoming prom are.

Cris slapped his palm on his forehead, realizing that prom was almost coming up and he absolutely forgot about it.

Cris: Did someone ask you out..?

Sam: One person did.

Cris had felt his heart stop when his phone vibrated showing another message.

Sam: Though I didn't say yes since I didn't know them well.

Sure enough, Cris had released a breath in relief. He surely had plans to ask Sam out. He didn't want to be too late.

Cris: Well, are you free to call?

Sam: Well currently, yes. Later on, I'm going to go back to practicing a piece on the piano.

Cris didn't know that they had a piano but then if they didn't how can Sam even practice the piano without a piano? He facepalmed himself beccause of his thoughts.

Cris: Well then, I'm calling you.

He took his time exiting the message app and going into the call app.

He found Sam's contact.
He pressed call.

It only took a few seconds before Cris heard Sam's voice.

"Hey Cris!" Her voice resounded around Cris' room. Cris can practically imagine Sam smiling by the tone of their voice.

"Well hello to you Sam.."

Cris had a thought of asking Sam out on the phone.
He decided it was now or never.

"Listen Sam, can I ask you something?" Cris asked nervously, silently hoping that his nervousness can't be sensed over the phone.

"Sure, what is it?" Sam asked, Cris could practically imagine their face tilting to the side in curiosity.

'This is it. It's now or never.'

"Sam..will you..meet in the park this weekend?"

''Shoot I said the wrong thing.'
Sam thought.

"Oh sure! One question though Cris..."

"What is it?" Cris tried to wipe his hands on his sweatpants because they felt too sweaty.

"Is it a date?" Sam said in a low whisper.

"Um..it isn't but if you want it to be one then that's alright as well," Cris replied. Mentally cursing at his own choice of words.

"Okay. I can't wait Cris! I'll see you then, I got to practice the piano now!"

"See ya," Cris said as he ended the call, threw his phone on the bed and floped himself on the bean bag in his room.

He messed up asking Sam out. Now he needs to figure out how to make the date work out well and then ask Sam out to prom.

He's just hoping he won't mess up.