Nope

Today was the day. Thomas had it all planned out. Well, I guess at this point it would be weird if he didn't. He had it all, the paper lanterns arranged in the words "Will you go with me to prom, Amy?" he had a bouquet of flowers hidden behind his back. Blue roses, her favourite. He'd kept a journal too, to get prepared for this very occasion. For months he'd been walking behind her on the way to chemistry class (or more like chemisery to him), He had sit behind her and her friends during lunch and caught every word from can't believing Melissa's dad wouldn't let her go to Andrea's party to Riley wanting to date Drake. Yes it has been an awkward couple of weeks but now it was time. It all counted. it all matters. He had learned Amy's address from a secret source known as Bob in History, got the paper lanterns from the art class and even staked out the property ahead of time and learned that a ravage squirrel has it's mind set on chewing off Thomas's leg. That's why in this day, on this special day, he brought along a few peanuts and had scattered them on the neighbours yard to district the buck toothed mammal. Then it happened. The door swung open as Thomas's heart leaped from its cave and Amy stood in the doorway, She peers down the front stairs to message shaped out of the lanterns. "how beautiful," thought Thomas. Her pale skin contrasted her leather  jacket and matching boots. Her black crop top high enough to reveal a dazzling skull belly ring that glimmer matched her dark green eyes. Her ripped black jeans pulled everything together and how cunning she had to have been since her neon pink belt matched her spiky pink hair that reached up to the heavens. But she didn't need heaven, no, for her multiple piercings shimmered like angel kisses all along her face. Thomas kneeled in front of her and held out the flowers. his beaming smile framed by the glisten on nerves. Amy had a much different face though, one Thomas dread. "What the hell is this?" Amy asked. "It's my proposal to you, my princess." said Thomas in reply. "Who the hell are you?" She asked again in disgust. Thomas had a witty reply for he had anticipated this, "The luckiest man on earth if you would." Then Amy realized something, she knew hi, she knew him too well. "Wait! You're that creep that's been stalking me for the past month! Oh my god I'm calling the cops! Get out of here you creep!" She slammed the door as Thomas started to run to her but out of the corner of his eye he saw a flash of fur. He felt the teeth and the pain, he saw the blood. Buck was back, and with his friends. Thomas screamed but it was no use. At least someone loved him.