Five o' clock rolled around pretty fast, and I headed over to Marco's house, ready to murder virtual zombies. But when I got there, the kitchen light wasn't on as it normally was. The porch lights were on, and the entrance light was on, but not the kitchen. I tried to think nothing of it since maybe Marco forgot. But it still nagged at me in the back of my mind as I approached the front door and knocked. A muffled shout of "it's open!" was heard from inside. Okay. This was really starting to get weird. Why wasn't Marco coming to the door? I mean, he sounded okay. But what if that was just an act? What if he was being held captive..?

Okay, slow down. Deep breaths. Marco isn't dying.

I opened the door and noticed that at least some of the lights were on inside. That was a good sign, right? Then, I noticed a candle lit on a table.

Why would Marco light a candle? I wondered as I got closer. I then discovered a note to the right of the candle. It said, 'Dear Jane,'

What.

At this point, I wondered if Marco was high off his ass, and these candles were secretly weed scented or something. But, if this note had started out like that, then there must be more around. Whatever Marco's drug-addled brain was doing, I'd figure it out (and get him sober. And question why he was drunk or high in the first place). I started to search around for more of the candles, and found one in the kitchen. It read, 'you're beautiful.' I felt my heart stop then and there. He must really be high if he wrote that. Well, whatever the meaning was, I stuffed it in my pocket, and continued to search.

Ten minutes later after searching the entire bottom floor, I had found six notes. I also discovered that they had numbers on the back. The numbers were counters that told me how many notes I had found. It turns out that there were eight notes in all. Finding the last two would be no problem since they were obviously on the second floor. But that didn't matter, for I had a different problem right now. In order, all the notes read:

Dear Jane,

You're beautiful

We've been friends for a long time,

And I've always thought that you were perfect,

No matter how many things you did to get in trouble, you big dork

You've always made me smile. So...

God Marco, why do you have to be SO INCREDIBLY cheesy? Especially with me! I figured he'd have a million other people to chose from, but out of all of them, he chose me to leave sticky notes. What was the purpose of all of this anyway? I decided I'd find out once I headed up those stairs.

Once I got up, I noticed a candle on the office table. The note beside it said, 'Will you'

Will I? Will I what? I turned it over for more context, and noticed another message.

'The last note is in my room'

God Marco, you really put a lot of time and effort into this didn't you? I guess being intoxicated really does make you do stupid things. I quickly ran next door to Marco's room. He nearly gave me a heart attack when he surprised me by sitting right in front of me. I was about to question him, but he cut me off.

"I'm not good with saying words out loud, so I wrote my feelings down on sticky notes. But I do mean what I say. I've been your friend for so long, and I honestly couldn't imagine that you would turn into a girl. I was really shocked, but you're a good person, even if you do fight with Eren sometimes, and get worked up over nothing a lot," I rolled my eyes, causing him to laugh. "But back to the point. I really enjoy being with you all the time. So..." He reached into his pocket and pulled out the last sticky note. I grabbed it with my heart pounding.

'Will you go to prom with me?'

I swear I almost fainted on the spot. I had no idea whether I wanted to smile or cry, so I ended up laughing instead. All this time I thought Marco was high, and it turns out he just wanted to ask me out? I ended up collapsing from laughing so hard. Marco almost looked confused, then panicked.

"Jane? Are you-"

"No, it's fine, I'm okay," I calmed myself down before continuing to speak. "I just thought that you were high when you wrote all these. Hell, I thought you were being held captive because the lights were out! You scared the shit outta me Marco. And all you wanted to do was ask me out to prom." Marco looked completely shocked at what I was saying. Then, his face broke into a smile, and he started laughing too.

"Oh my god, that's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard in my life." He ended up collapsing on the ground with me, and we laughed until our stomachs hurt. For awhile, we just laid there like the dorks we were, talking and staring up at Marco's ceiling. We let our thoughts run wild, causing me to think about prom once again. There was still a couple things that I had to ask Marco about.

"Hey Marco?"

"Hmm?"

"Why me?"

"What do you mean?" I bit my lip. On one hand, I was grateful that Marco had picked me to go to prom. But on the other, I just couldn't help but feel like there was some bigger reason behind all this.

"I mean, why'd you pick me to go to prom? You have people like Mina and plenty of other girls, and you picked me. Who would you have taken if I was still a guy?" I knew I was being selfish and ruining such a beautiful moment, but I really had to know.

"Well, maybe I'd ask Mina if I really needed to. But if niether of us had a date, I... I wouldn't mind taking you. I mean, if that was okay with you," I felt my cheeks heat up in embarrassment. "Besides, now that you're a girl, I don't have to worry about getting stuck with someone I don't like. I nodded and hummed to show I was paying attention. But there was still one more thing that weighed heavily on my mind.

"If I wasn't a girl, would you still call me beautiful? Have you really always thought that way?" He chuckled a bit. I know, sometimes my questions were awkward.

"Yeah. But I guess 'beautiful' would be the wrong word. More like, 'strong' or something. I've always admired you for that. Spending time with you has been fun, and you're one of the few people who makes sure I'm okay. So who better to take to prom then my best friend?" I smiled wide.

"I thought you said you were bad with spoken words." He laughed in response.

"Yeah. I guess I lied about that."

We ended up playing video games until nine, which was when I had to leave. It sounds pretty corny, but on the way home when I looked out to see the stars, I swore they twinkled brighter than they normally did. My thoughts were filled with prom, and boys, and how I truly felt about all this. Despite having a not-so-great time being a girl so far, there were some perks to this whole ordeal. Figuring out your love life is one of them, since now I seemed to care about that more than anything. I smiled as I continued to walk. The night was even more pleasant now that I had everything in my head sorted out. I couldn't wait to go home and dream about prom.

Wow Jane, you sure are just the cheesiest person alive thinking about that kind of stuff.

I sighed to myself. What a fantastic night this turned out to be.