[Warning: There's a slight swearing in this one... Like one or two words but... Yeah, I don't want to offend anyone!]
Today just wasn’t Oliver Kirkland’s day.
It was five days before the dreaded event and Oliver wasn’t even close to accomplishing his little ‘mission’.
Yes, sadly, this event was that dreaded one every teenager had to go though: Promenade.
His little mission? Get sweet little [Name] [L. Name] to go with him of course!
But he’s tried everything! Everything! And the worst part? It was like everyone knew he was out to get [Name] to go with him! Except herself of course! And they were out to get him too! It was so frustrating!
Sighing, he plopped his bum down onto his couch and began to think. What the bloody hell went wrong?
Plan Number One: Cupcake Letter (A.K.A: Spell out ‘[Name] will you go to prom with me?’ on several cupcakes!)
“So… Uh, poppet…” A small blush trickled onto Oliver’s cheeks as he fiddled with the sleeves of his shirt “I wanted to show you something!”
“Really?” [Name] seemed excited, a cute grin spreading onto her face
Oliver nodded enthusiastically, some of his nerves calming down “Yup! I wanted to show you the batch of cupcakes I made this morning!”
“Oh, Ollie!” The girl squealed lightly, her grin stretching even wider at the thought of the Briton’s cupcakes “I’d love to see ‘em!”
Grasping her hand in his, Oliver practically bolted into the kitchen with poor [Name] in tow, a wide grin on his face as well
Skidding to a stop right in front of the kitchen island, [Name] immediately spotted the silver dome at the very middle, which Oliver seemed to proudly showcase
“What’s in it?” [Name] couldn’t help but stare at the dome, wide-eyes and curious
Oliver chuckled, grasping at the handle of the lid before yanking it off, a close-eyed grin on his face as he waited for [Name’s] reaction
“Ooh! Oliver! You shouldn’t have!” She squealed, making Oliver’s grin grow
“I mean, making a special cupcake with my name on it…” He heard her small chuckle
At that, his eyes snapped open and he realized with dread that somebody had ate every cupcake but the one that contained [Name’s] name!
Oliver’s head snapping up, he easily spotted Allan’s head popping out by the kitchen door with a devious smirk
He cursed to himself, his fist clenching
“Have you fucking asked her yet, douchebag~?” Came Allan’s daunting tease, his smirk only growing in size by the second
“You bloody know I bloody haven’t yet!” Oliver snapped, surprising himself and [Name] but not the American at the doorway, who just snickered
“Are you alright, Ollie?” [Name] stopped nibbling on the cupcake she had taken from the tray to look up at Oliver, an extremely worried look on her face “That was rather outta’ the blue, you know…”
“F-Fine, poppet.” Was Oliver’s forced response as he tried not to charge at Allan “Just peachy…”
Plan Number Two: Flowers (A.K.A Send [Name] a bouquet of [favorite flowers] and a note that says ‘Go to prom with me?’)
Oliver couldn’t help but flinch when [Name] had finally approached him “H-Hello, poppet!”
“I got the bouquet!” Was her reply as she pecked Oliver on the cheek, causing the Brit’s cheeks to flame up “They were beautiful, Ollie!”
“D-Did you read th-the note..?” Oliver stuttered out, a hesitant tone in his voice
[Name] cocked her head to the side “What note?”
“Wait, what?” Oliver’s head snapped up from staring down at his lap to looking incredulously at [Name]
The girl just nodded, looking slightly worried “Why? Was there supposed to be?”
Oliver opened his mouth to say yes when Matt appeared in his seat beside Oliver’s “Did you ask her yet?”
“Ask who what?” [Name’s] eyes darted from Matt to Oliver and back
“N-Nothing, poppet!” Oliver quickly added “Nothing your sweet little head needs to worry about!’
“O-Okay…” [Name] started to hesitantly leave before hurrying when the bell—signaling the start of school—rang
“You bloody—!” Oliver then turned to Matt, stopping himself from saying things he would rather not say “I trusted you!”
“You shouldn’t have, fucker!” Matt just smirked, shrugging “You fucking know my little shitty rep of ruining things for others…”
Groaning, Oliver just did a face desk out of frustration
Plan Number Three: The Car (A.K.A Offer her a ride home but write on the windshield ‘[Name], will you go to prom with me?’)
Linking arms with [Name], Oliver grinned ‘This one has to be fool-proof!’
“Thanks for offering me a ride, Ollie! It means a lot!” [Name] smiled up at the Brit, causing a small tint of pink to appear over his cheeks
Oliver shook his head, chuckling rather nervously “N-No problem, poppet! Anything for you!”
“Aw, Ollie!” A blush appeared on her cheeks as well
As she turned to look at Oliver’s car, she tilted her head to the side “Luci? Leo?”
“Luciano, goddamit!” Luciano snapped before shaking his head, sighing at the girl
Leonardo just chuckled, smirking “Oh, hi Oliver! [Name]! We were just cleaning this car!”
“This… is my… car…” Oliver growled, holding back everything he could, so as to not be rather un-gentlemanly and strangle both Italian brothers
“Oh? It is?” Leonardo put on a mock-surprised face, his smirk still evident “Well, it seemed rather dirty! Or the windshield, anyway!”
“That’s so sweet, guys!” [Name] squealed softly, leaving Oliver to groan in frustration
And now, here he is. Sitting down on the couch, with no idea as to what to do. I mean, what was he to do? He ran out of ideas after all!
“Ollie! There you are?” [Name] suddenly burst into the room, her usual perky grin “Why are you all alone..?”
“W-Well…” Oliver ran a hand through his hair “Allan is in his room upstairs, Matt is parkour-ing or what the bloody hell ever, Luciano made a point to tell everyone he wanted everyone to stay out of his study so he’s probably there, and Leonardo is god knows where…”
“O-Oh…” [Name] bit her lip before looking around rather unsurely "I-I see..."