-Blossoms P.O.V.-
I was sitting an inch away from Boomer singing a song that I'd made up in my head. He looked at me with his blue eyes, and perfect blonde hair, he smiled.
"What's up Blossom?" He asked, I turned to him, and smiled a wide stricken smile.
"Just singing a song."
"What's it called?"
"Oh, it doesn't have a name, I made it up....." I blushed, and shyly turned my head away. A few moments later Boomer taped my shoulder.
"Yes?" I asked, he blush.
"Well, um.... tomorrow-you know the day of the school dance...... would you, go with me?" He asked, I looked up shocked, I'd never been asked...
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