13 Reasons Why Imagines & Preferences

How He Asks You to Prom

Requested by: @_xSUGGLETx_
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Clay: He would shower you with little gifts and such a week before he asked you. He would leave tickets to that new movie you wanted to see in your locker, bring your favorite candies to lunch for you, buy your favorite drink from Monet's for you while you're studying, and much more. Finally, you were walking to your car after school on a Friday afternoon when you saw red rose petals scattered across the hood of your car. You walked over, a little confused as to what was going on. Your confusion cleared quickly though when you saw Clay walk around the front of the car holding a bouquet of roses in the same color as the petals. "(y/n), would you make me the happiest guy at Liberty High and please go to prom with me?" Of course you said yes, hugging him tightly before taking your flowers. The two of you sat on the hood of your car afterwards while Tyler took a picture of you both on your phone.

Justin: He initially didn't want to make a big deal out of his promposal; he was just going to ask you while you guys were hanging out. That was until he found out that Montgomgery de la Cruz was going to ask you. He then decided that he had to go big or go home. He knew you would be cheering him on in the stands at his next basketball game, and you were. There were 4 seconds left in the game and Liberty high was losing by 2 points. Justin ended up scoring three points, winning the game for Liberty High. Everyone was screaming and cheering, and Justin's team was crowded around him. He pushed his way out of the swarm of people and ran to the microphone. "Excuse me everyone, I have something I need to say," he said. Within seconds, the room was silent. "As you may know, prom is in a few weeks and well... I obviously need a date," he paused until his teammates stopped chanting and laughing. "And I don't know anyone else I'd want to be with on that night than (y/f/n) (y/l/n). So (y/n/n) will you please go to prom with me?" He said, picking up the bouquet of your favorite flowers from the bleachers in front of him. The people made a small path for you to get to the court, and you walked down to him. "Well, what do you say?" He asked, holding the microphone towards you. You smiled and nodded before saying, "I'd love to." He hugged you and then handed you the flowers while the crowd and both teams cheered again. "These are my favorite flowers," you told him. "I know," he whispered before kissing your cheek.

Alex: You had told your friend that you were getting tired of waiting around for him to ask you, and that you were just going to ask him. When Alex caught wind of this, he asked your friend to convince you not to ask first—he had a plan. Two days later he had your friend Clay take you out around town for the day. When he finally brought you back home it was about 10:30pm. Your parents were at your aunt's house for the weekend and your younger brother was supposed to be in bed by then. You walked into the house and turned on the light before taking your shoes off. You looked up and almost screamed when you saw Alex standing before you. He was all dressed up and he held a sign. You started smiling and laughing as you read the words. Ever since you found out that he played an instrument, you'd been making music puns and jokes around him. The sign read: "Hearing you say 'yes' to prom with me would be music to my ears." You stepped closer and hugged the blonde-haired boy, still smiling. "Prom?" he asked. "Yes," you said with a smile, and you both burst into laughter.

Zach: He had taken you to as his date to an anniversary party for his aunt and uncle, and he seemed a little out of it the whole night. He looked lost in thought in the middle of conversations with his relatives, he wasn't dancing or talking much, and he didn't even say hello to his aunt or uncle—the guests of honor. It got to a point where you were worried about him, and so were his parents. You told them that you and Zach were going to get some fresh air, and you drove him to the park a few blocks away from the catering hall. You grabbed the basketball from the trunk of the car and dragged him to the basketball court. "Here," you said, handing the ball to him. "What's this for?" he asked. "You always play when you need to clear your head, and you obviously have something on your mind, so go play," you told him. He laughed. "You know me too well, (y/n), but I can't play in this. My mom will kill me if I get this suit dirty," he said. "Anyway, I don't need to play. I've made up my mind," he continued. "What?" you asked, knitting your eyebrows together in confusion. "(y/n)," he said as he took your hands in his. "Zach, is everything okay?" you asked, cutting him off. He stared at the ground and smiled before looking up at you again and saying, "I've been distracted all night because I've been thinking of how to ask you this and when would be the right time. I realized that there's no better time than right no, so, (y/n), will you go to prom with me?" You started smiling and immediately hugged him. "I couldn't imagine going with anyone else," you said before pulling him down by his undershirt and kissing him. The two of you ended up going back to the party, but only to say goodbye to everyone before going to hang out at his house for the night.