amy pov

its prom

and now im in a phone call with beca

" amy are you sure you're really not going to prom ? its going be so much fun"

" why would i go if i dont have a date?"

" come on dont be such a kill joy, join us"

" i dont even have a dress..."

" ill help you out, just come"

"no thank you, its going to be hard for me to go if i see BUMPREY making out"

" amy... PLEASEEEEE"

" nope im not going"

"fine"

"enjoy"

"okay"

and there i was all alone...

staring at the ceiling of my room

then my mom knocks on the door

" ames? "

"yes mom"

"are you sure your not going to attend prom ?"

"yeah"

"is this because of bumper?"

"...yes"

"oh..."

"its just that i dont want to see him with aubrey... that bi*ch has been being so rude to me lately"

"what did she do?"

"shes been tweeting mean things about me"

"like what"

" shes been saying, die, stay away from my boyfriend... and stuff like that"

" okay, so stop seeing bumper then"

" mom, he's my friend... and... and..."

"and what?"

" i love him"

and i start crying

" i love him mom, i love him"

"baby, i know , i some times check when you sleep, you would mumble his name in your dreams, you would cry, you would stare at your window for hours til he gets home or when your in the porche just staring at him"

" so you do know"

" amy, i know he's your first love ...
and im just saying what if it was never meant to be right?"

"mom, it has too , i rather get broken by him a billion times then look for someone new, i wont give up"

" i know, but thats what your thinking now, everything will change "

"i love him, and i would do anything just to have him I would, even if it has to do with risking my life"

"woah, you would actually do that for bumper"

"yes"

"ok, im going to leave you now"

" ok mom"

then she slowly shuts the door

and then i hear the doorbell downstairs

" mom, ill get it"

then i see bumper

holding a rose

and hands it to me

" im sorry for what i did to you in the promposal i was rude"

"no its ok"

" are you sure?"

"yeah... "

" hows your arm?"

" still a bit sore"

"wait,dont you have to pick up aubrey"

" yeah "

" okay bye"

" bye"
as i close the door i put the rose in a glass then i stared at it the whole night.