This was one of my favorite prompts! Like any teenage girl, I have plenty of fantasies of my crushes asking me on dates, and I had plenty of ammunition to choose from XD You can tell I had fun because its much longer then some of the more recent entries I've done. I might do stuff like this more often. I never get to play with romance tropes in Warriors writing!
~Blaze

Day 27: Write a short story from the POV of a person who's been asked on a first date by the person whom they've crushed on for years.

Date

We finally stopped playing about 4 hours into the game, when Travis wandered off looking for a drink. Half of the group was on their phones, and the other half wasn't doing anything related to the game. I got up and went to the kitchen, pulling a pudding cup from the fridge. I opened it and began to eat it.

I turned around, leaning back casually against the counter as I relaxed. My mind drifted back to the game. Never had it been quite so intense, but this game had been wild and the death toll even more so. Everyone had been playing wonderfully though! Especially, or perhaps of course, Matt had been the best.

Of course, as I thought his name, he magically appeared in the room with me. I watched as he came up to me, hands in his pockets, hair falling over his eyes in that adorable way that it did. My eyes ran down his body, stopping at the bracelets that were always found on his wrists. He had told me once that he wears them because of who they reminded him of, because of the good they reminded him to do.

I remember hoping that one day my bracelet would adorn his wrist as well.

He came up to me with a bright smile, eyes shining their intense sky blue color as they always did. Since I was slouching, his form towered over mine even though we both were standing.

"Hey! How do you feel so far about today's campaign?"He began. We started with a little bit of small talk. I was very eager to speak to him, mind you. Listening to his voice in any form always sent a shiver down my spine, and right then with its soft, soothing tone his voice had never made me happier.

"I still don't know how you do it," I commented. "I don't know how you just roll with our randomness without breaking a sweat." He laughed.

"Lots of experience, my dear. I've been dming for a long time." Great. Another reminder of his age, which was a little bit more than my own. Just another reason why I was sure he would never want me.

"Well you are certainly fantastic at it!" I complimented without a second thought. He really was amazing.

"I'm pretty good at a few other things as well." He winked, waggling his eyebrows for a moment like some juvenile teen. My mind filled without a second thought with ideas of what those other things might be, and the room began to feel very, very warm.

Suddenly uncomfortable, I averted my gaze from him to the nearly empty pudding cup in my hand. It had about a spoonful left, so I scooped it out and stuck the huge glob of chocolate in my mouth with a little moan as I did. Chocolate is, of course, the best invention the world created. I would die for chocolate.

As I deposited the spoon in the sink behind me, I turned to the garbage can to get rid of the plastic container. As I did, I noticed that Matt was much closer to me then he had been a few seconds ago. I looked up in confusion. He grabbed my hand almost absent mindedly, thumb brushing gently against the back of my hand.

"Have I ever told you how adorable you are?" He asked me. It was so out of the blue that I found myself unable to do anything but blush. Have I mentioned my penchant for turning bright red at everything? If I wasn't aware of my own introverted self-consciousness, it would have been extremely worrying.

"T-thank you?" I managed to stammer out. The small smile I got in response almost made me swoon. I live for Matt's crooked little grins.

"You know, I was wondering something." He murmured, eyes never leaving my face.

"Y-yeah?"

"Would you like to see a movie with me tomorrow? It's a weekend, so I know you don't have school to worry about."

When he said that I think my knees almost gave out. As it was, I let out a very embarrassing squeak, the red shade of my cheeks getting darker.

"I would love to see a movie with you! I mean, uh, yeah I definitely would like that." I stumbled over my words, unable to form a straight sentence. A sudden thought came to my mind. "Would anyone else be there?" His brows furled in confusion.

"No. It would just be us. You know, like a date."

I twisted my hand in his grasp until we were holding hands, his larger hands engulfing mine in an embrace.

"I can't wait." I smiled widely.

"Until tomorrow then, madam." He joked in a british accent. Have I mentioned his ability with voices? It was extremely authentic. I was ready to laugh at his antics until he reached down, lifted my hand, and pressed a soft kiss to the back of it.

Moments later he released it, made a little joking bow and disappeared into the other room to gather our friends. I was left to collapse in a pile of bones and jelly on the floor of the kitchen.