chapter thirty-seven:
❛ promposals ❜

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Sunny sat at the edge of the practice space, her legs stretched out in front of her, absently tracing patterns in the floor with her fingers. The music from their last practice still played faintly in the background, but it no longer carried the same excitement. It felt almost distant, like the passion and energy that had once fueled their Magic Moves dance group had suddenly evaporated. The moves, the beat, the synchronized steps-they were all there, but something was missing.

The competition was just a few days away, and the weight of it was sinking in. They were nowhere near ready. They had spent months perfecting routines, rehearsing together, but somehow, the chemistry in the group just wasn't clicking. The connection they needed to make everything come together simply wasn't there. It wasn't that the individual dancers weren't good-they were. But together, it just felt off.

Her gaze drifted to the corner of the room where Jade was leaning against the wall, arms crossed, her expression unreadable. Jade's usually playful demeanor was replaced with a quiet seriousness that matched the tension in the air.

It didn't take long before Jade spoke, breaking the heavy silence. "We need to talk."

Sunny turned her head toward her, meeting her eyes. She knew what Jade was going to say, but it still hurt to hear it. "About what?"

Jade pushed herself off the wall and walked over to the practice space's small sitting area. "About what's been happening with the group," she said softly, lowering herself onto the couch. "We're not ready for this competition, Sunny. You can feel it too, right?"

Sunny sighed deeply, her shoulders slumping as the reality of the situation hit her full-force. "I don't know, Jade. I feel like I've been putting everything into this, but it just... doesn't feel right. I've been trying to push through it, but the group's just not clicking like we need it to. We're running out of time."

Jade nodded, her gaze thoughtful. "Yeah, I feel it too. The routines are solid, but there's no chemistry between us. We're trying to make something work that just isn't meant to happen."

Sunny chewed on her lip, her mind racing with doubt. The competition was right around the corner. There was no more time to wait for things to fall into place. "I don't want to quit on the group, Jade. I don't want to disappoint anyone, but I don't think we're ready. I can't even look at this dance and think, 'Yeah, we've got this.'"

Jade leaned forward, her eyes intense. "What if we don't need the group anymore? What if we just... take control of this ourselves?"

Sunny blinked in surprise, not quite following. "What do you mean?"

Jade stood up, pacing slowly as she thought out loud. "We've always been the ones carrying the weight of Magic Moves, haven't we? We've been the ones pushing, the ones putting in the effort. We've been doing this dance thing together since day one. We don't need the group to prove ourselves. Why don't we just do this competition on our own?"

Sunny's eyes widened in shock. "Wait-you want us to go in as... independents?" she asked, disbelief creeping into her voice.

Jade nodded, her stance confident, her eyes flashing with determination. "Why not? We have the talent, the moves, and we know how to perform. If the group isn't ready, then forget them. We've got this. You and me-we can make this work."

Sunny looked down at the floor, her mind swirling with a thousand thoughts. Part of her recoiled at the idea of abandoning their original vision of a unified team, but at the same time, she couldn't ignore the truth that had been building up inside her: They didn't need the others. They had always been the driving force of Magic Moves. Maybe it was time to break free from the limitations of the group and focus on what they were best at-dancing.

Her heart raced as the idea began to take root. It felt bold, terrifying even, but something inside her said it was the only way forward. "You're right," she said, her voice steadier than she felt. "We've always had each other. If no one else is willing to give it their all, why should we wait around? We've worked too hard for this to let it slip away."

Jade smiled, a spark of excitement lighting up her features. "Exactly! We'll show them all what we can do. And if we don't win? So what? We'll know we gave it our best shot-and we did it on our terms."

Sunny stood up, a slow grin spreading across her face. Her nerves began to ease as the weight of the decision started to feel more empowering than intimidating. "Alright. Let's do it. Magic Moves is going to crush it as independents. We'll show them we don't need anyone else to make it to the top."

Jade threw her hands in the air, a playful whoop escaping her lips. "That's what I like to hear! We're going to blow this competition away. Just wait and see."

Sunny laughed, the tension melting away completely as she caught Jade's infectious energy. This was the decision they needed. No more holding back, no more waiting for others to catch up. It was their time, and they weren't going to waste it.

They shared a high-five, and Sunny could already see their names shining on the leaderboard. It wasn't just about winning. It was about proving to themselves-and everyone else-that they were capable of achieving greatness, no matter who was standing beside them. Together, they were unstoppable.

Sunny stood in front of the large mirror in her bedroom, her mind already rehearsing the steps she'd practiced for days. Her solo for the upcoming dance competition was almost perfect, but today, she was going to make sure it felt perfect. Her breath was steady as she adjusted her posture, imagining herself on stage, the bright lights casting dramatic shadows across her figure. The music started, a slow, haunting melody that matched her mood perfectly.

She stepped into the first position, her body moving with fluidity as she let the music envelop her. With every movement, she felt herself floating higher, like gravity had lost its hold on her. She imagined herself on the moon, the surface soft beneath her feet, the silence of space giving her a sense of freedom she could never quite achieve back on Earth. Every pirouette felt effortless, as if she was weightless, spinning in a void of stars and cosmic dust. She could almost hear the echoes of her own movements in the vastness of space, each motion so deliberate, so graceful, as though she were one with the universe itself.

Her arms stretched out, extending to the heavens, her fingertips reaching as though trying to touch the stars. With every beat of the music, she imagined the moon's surface beneath her, the cool, dusty ground where she could leap higher and farther than she ever had before. Her heart beat in sync with the rhythm of her dancing, her mind lost in the choreography, the music, and the sensation of being completely untethered.

Sunny's movements became a reflection of her inner world-calm, yet powerful. She twirled across the imaginary lunar surface, floating through her routine like she was in a dream, with her every step as light as a feather. As she leapt into the air, she felt the space around her open up, and for a moment, she was completely alone in the vast emptiness of space, lost in her dance. The world around her-the stress, the pressure of the competition-seemed miles away. She was free, a celestial being moving through the stars.

As the song reached its crescendo, Sunny's movements matched the intensity of the music, each turn and jump more powerful than the last. But even as she spun, the feeling of floating never left her. She felt untouchable, as if nothing on Earth could hold her back.

When the final notes of the song played, Sunny finished the routine, her body slightly swaying as she caught her breath. Her eyes remained closed for a few seconds, letting the imaginary weightlessness linger in her chest before opening them and gazing at her reflection. She'd given it her all, and the dance felt perfect. She didn't care about the competition right now; she cared about this feeling-the freedom of losing herself in something she loved.

Eli had been sitting on her bed, silently watching her from the corner of the room, but as she stopped and took a breath, he stood up and made his way over to her, his eyes shining with admiration. "That was... unbelievable, Sunny," he said, his voice full of awe. "It was like you were actually floating. Like you weren't even on Earth. You were on the moon or something."

Sunny smiled softly, a little breathless from the intensity of the dance. She had almost forgotten he was there, lost in the rhythm of her performance. "That's exactly what I imagined," she admitted, her voice low. "I needed to feel like I wasn't grounded, like I could be anywhere, do anything. Like I wasn't bound by the world or gravity."

Eli's gaze softened, and he reached out to brush a stray lock of hair behind her ear. "I could see it. It was like you were part of the music, part of the universe." He paused, looking at her with complete adoration. "Sunny, you're... you're amazing. You've always been amazing, but seeing you like that... it's like you were born to do this. To dance like no one else can."

Her heart skipped a beat. He always knew how to make her feel special, how to lift her up when she doubted herself. "Thanks, Eli. I'm glad you liked it," she said, her voice full of quiet gratitude.

Eli stepped closer, his hands finding hers. He pulled her gently toward him, his eyes searching hers with a tenderness she had come to cherish. "Liked it? I didn't just like it. I love it." He smiled warmly, brushing his lips against her forehead. "You're going to crush it at that competition, Sunny. No question."

Sunny felt her chest tighten, overwhelmed by his support. She could already feel the nerves creeping in-the competition was only days away-but with Eli by her side, the weight of it all didn't feel as heavy. She wanted this moment, wanted to perform for herself, but knowing he believed in her made it so much more meaningful.

"I don't know," she whispered, a little unsure. "What if I mess up? What if I'm not good enough?"

Eli shook his head, taking a step back to look at her with unwavering confidence. "You're so much more than 'good enough.' You're extraordinary, Sunny. You don't need to worry about the competition. You just need to dance for you-because you're the one who makes it magic. Don't doubt yourself. You've got this." His voice was steady, grounding her.

Her heart fluttered in her chest, and she smiled, a small, but genuine smile. "I'll try," she said, her voice soft but determined. "I'll try to do it for me."

Eli grinned and hugged her close, his arms wrapping around her tightly. "You don't need to try, Sunny. You already are amazing. And I'll be there to watch you shine, just like I always am."

Sunny rested her head on his chest, the comfort of his presence filling her with warmth. "I love you," she said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Eli pulled back slightly, lifting her chin so that she was looking directly at him. His eyes softened with affection, and his lips curved into a gentle smile. "I love you too, Sunny. More than anything."

They stood there for a moment, wrapped in each other's arms, the world outside fading into the background. She didn't know what the future held, but with Eli beside her, she knew she could face it, one step at a time.

Eli was halfway out the door, the cool evening air brushing against his skin when he paused and turned around. A smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he looked back at Sunny, who was sitting in the living room, her feet tucked underneath her. "Bye, Sunny," he called, his voice full of warmth. "I'll see you later."

Sunny looked up, a soft smile playing across her face as she waved. "Bye, Eli. I'll be waiting," she said, her tone affectionate, but there was a hint of something more in her voice-something only Eli could hear.

Eli reached for the door handle, his fingers brushing it lightly, but he was stopped by a voice behind him. He turned, expecting to find Sunny calling him back for one last hug, but instead, it was Jameson, Sunny's dad, with a wide grin on his face.

"Hold up, Eli," Jameson called out, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

Eli hesitated, glancing between Jameson and Sunny, who was still seated on the couch, her gaze now fixed on her phone. She barely looked up as she mumbled, "See you later, Eli."

Jameson grinned wider and motioned for Eli to come over. "We were just talking about something. It's about... prom," he said, dragging the word out with emphasis, clearly amused by whatever was about to unfold.

Eli froze, a feeling of unease creeping up his spine. He had planned to ask Sunny to prom, but he hadn't expected to have a conversation with her parents about it. He cleared his throat, shifting on his feet. "Yeah?" he said, trying to play it cool. "What about it?"

"Oh, just the small matter of how you're gonna ask Sunny to prom," Jameson said with a teasing grin. "You've got any ideas?"

Eli chuckled nervously, running a hand through his hair. He hadn't even started planning the perfect way to ask her out yet-he knew he wanted it to be special, but the pressure of doing it right was weighing on him. "I mean, I've got a few ideas... but I'm not sure what will work best."

Elaine, who had been sitting beside Jameson, watched the exchange with an amused smile, arms crossed as she leaned back on the couch. "Well, honey, you've gotta do something memorable," she said, her voice warm but playful. "Something that's gonna make it clear that you're serious about it."

Jameson chuckled, chiming in, "Yeah, no half-measures here, Eli. You've gotta go big or go home."

Moon, who had been sprawled out on the kitchen counter with a cup of tea, overheard the conversation and popped her head around the corner. Her hair was down in loose waves, and she was wearing a tie-dye shirt and loose pants that gave her an effortlessly bohemian vibe. She was always so full of energy, her personality as vibrant as her clothes.

Her eyes lit up as she bounded over, grinning from ear to ear. "Oh, prom! That's gonna be fun!" she said, her tone cheery and carefree. "Eli, you've got to make it magical, y'know? You gotta ask her in a way that makes her feel like the queen of the world!" Her hands waved in exaggerated circles as she spoke, the flowy sleeves of her top billowing around her.

Eli laughed, his nerves easing just a little. "Yeah, that's the plan," he said, trying to match Moon's enthusiasm, even though he still wasn't sure what that looked like. "But, uh, what's the best way to do that?"

Moon tapped her chin, clearly lost in thought for a moment before her eyes sparkled with an idea. "Well, you could do something like... a treasure hunt!" she said excitedly. "Hide clues around her house or somewhere meaningful, and let her follow them to find the big question at the end. It'd be like an adventure! Like an enchanted journey to prom. She'd love it."

Eli's eyes widened at the thought. "A treasure hunt? I don't know if I'm creative enough for that."

Moon shrugged, unfazed. "It doesn't have to be anything huge. Just... something fun! You can even write her little poems. Make her feel special."

Elaine nodded, offering a more practical suggestion. "Or you could go the classic route and do something with flowers. Maybe roses with a note tied to them-simple but sweet. Romantic. Every girl loves flowers."

Eli bit his lip, considering all of their suggestions. "Those are great ideas," he said, though his voice was still tinged with doubt. He was more the quiet, reserved type, not someone who was used to grand gestures. He wasn't sure he was cut out for something as dramatic as a treasure hunt or roses, but he wanted to make it something Sunny would always remember.

Jameson gave Eli a knowing look. "Just make sure you make it about her, not just the prom. She's a special girl, Eli. You need to show her how much you care, how much she means to you."

Eli nodded again, determined. "I got it. I'll figure it out."

Moon, however, wasn't finished. She bounced on her feet, her hands clasped together in excitement. "And you know what? You could even get creative with the way you ask her. Maybe you could write her a little song or poem, or... do something with a bunch of balloons and a big sign that says, 'Prom?' It's like... 'here's your adventure, here's your prize!' But not cheesy," she said with a wink. "Just, y'know, fun. You're Eli. You can do this."

Eli chuckled again, his nerves starting to ebb away as he listened to the advice. "Okay, okay, I think I'm starting to get it. But no promises I'll pull it off as perfectly as you guys are imagining."

Just then, Sunny called from upstairs, her voice echoing down the stairs. "Eli? Are you still here?"

Moon gave Eli an exaggerated, playful look. "Better go before she gets impatient," she said, laughing as she playfully pushed him toward the door.

Eli gave a quick wave to the family. "Thanks for the advice," he said, feeling a little more confident, though still uncertain about exactly how he was going to pull this off.

As he walked out the door, he heard Jameson's voice in the background. "Just remember, Eli-don't mess this up!"

Eli smiled to himself, shaking his head, before turning back to the house next door. He had no idea how he was going to do it, but he was determined to make this prom proposal something Sunny would never forget.

Meanwhile, Sunny had gone upstairs to her room, sitting cross-legged on her bed, her mind swirling with thoughts of Eli. She hadn't heard much of the conversation downstairs, but the fact that Eli had stayed a little longer than usual made her smile. She hugged her pillow close and sighed softly to herself. She didn't know how Eli was going to ask her to prom, but she was sure that whatever he did, it would be perfect.

Eli stood in his room, pacing back and forth, the phone in his hand feeling heavier with each step. He hadn't spoken to Maritza in what felt like forever. Since everything had gone down with Cobra Kai, their friendship had fizzled, and now, with the dance fast approaching, he was stuck. He had no idea how to ask Sunny to prom, and he knew Maritza would have a good idea, even if they weren't exactly on the best terms anymore.

Finally, he took a deep breath and dialed her number, the sound of the ringing filling the quiet room. His heart raced in anticipation, unsure of what to expect. It had been so long since they'd talked, and Eli wasn't even sure if Maritza had her memories back fully. The last time he saw her, she was still dealing with her recovery, with fragments of her past coming back slowly.

The phone clicked, and then there was a familiar voice on the other end.

"Eli? Is this really you?" Maritza's voice sounded equal parts shocked and curious.

Eli froze, his heart pounding in his chest. He hadn't expected such a reaction. "Yeah, it's me. You remember me?"

There was a pause, then Maritza let out a sigh. "Yeah, I remember you. The specialist helped, I've got my memories back... finally. I'll be back in about a week, but... why are you calling? From what I remember, you were... well, a dick."

Eli winced at her bluntness, the sting of the past hanging in the air. "I-look, I'm really sorry for everything," he said quickly. "I left Cobra Kai a long time ago. Things are different now. I-uh, I wanted to tell you that... Sunny and I are back together." He nervously ran a hand through his hair. "I thought she would've told you..."

There was a noticeable pause on the other end of the line. Maritza's voice was softer when she spoke again. "I haven't spoken to her in a few months... so, no, she didn't tell me. She's too busy with her new best friend Jade or whatever." Maritza let out a dismissive sound before continuing. "Whatever. But you better be treating Sunny right this time."

Eli's face softened at the mention of Sunny, and he couldn't help the earnestness in his voice. "I am, I promise. I'm... I'm doing everything I can to make things right with her."

Maritza sighed again, the tone of her voice shifting slightly. "Well, that's good to hear. I guess you've got some work to do, huh?"

Eli chuckled nervously, trying to steer the conversation in the direction he had intended. "Actually, there's something I wanted to ask you. I... I'm kind of at a loss here, and I need some advice. You remember Sunny and I are going to prom, right?"

There was a noticeable pause, then Maritza spoke again, this time with genuine curiosity. "Yeah, I remember that. Why? What's the problem?"

Eli hesitated for a moment, then groaned in frustration. "I don't know how to ask her to prom. Like, I want to do it right, but I'm just... not sure how. I thought you might have some ideas. You always had a way of making things seem... I don't know, epic."

Maritza's voice shifted again, a smirk creeping into her tone. "Well, well, look at you, all soft and sentimental. But fine, I guess I can help." She seemed to think for a moment, and Eli could almost hear the wheels turning in her head. "Okay, you're not gonna like it, but here's what you should do."

Eli leaned forward, eager for any kind of help. "Tell me."

"You've got to go full movie romance on her, Eli," Maritza said, her voice oozing confidence. "Like, the kind of thing that makes everyone gasp. You know, like in those cheesy rom-coms. Get a bunch of balloons, a giant sign, maybe a string of fairy lights, and you show up at her house when she least expects it. Then, you stand there and tell her something heartfelt, maybe even something a little over the top. Then, ask her to prom. It's got to be dramatic. You know, the kind of thing you'd see in a really over-the-top movie, like something straight out of Pretty in Pink or Say Anything."

Eli blinked, processing what she was saying. "Wait, you want me to show up with balloons and a huge sign? You're serious?"

Maritza's laugh was light but knowing. "Oh, I'm dead serious. It'll be memorable. Sunny's a sucker for that kind of thing. She's into the romantic stuff, even if she doesn't always show it. Trust me, if you go big, she won't be able to resist. And bonus points if you bring music into it. Maybe her favorite song?"

Eli swallowed, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. "Okay... I guess I could try that. It sounds crazy, but... I don't know, maybe it'll work. Thanks, Maritza. Seriously."

Maritza's voice softened a little, a hint of genuine warmth in her tone. "Just make sure it's perfect. I don't want to hear about you messing this up. You owe her that much, Eli."

Eli chuckled and nodded, even though she couldn't see it. "I won't mess it up, I swear."

"Good," she said. "Now get your act together. I'll be back in a week, so make sure to tell Sunny I said 'hi,' even if she's too busy with Jade to care."

Eli smiled, feeling a little lighter after the conversation. "I will. Thanks again, Maritza."

"No problem. Just... don't let me hear you screwed this up, okay?"

Eli hung up the phone, still processing everything. Maritza's advice was a little over-the-top, but he couldn't deny that it had potential. He was nervous about going that far, but if it meant showing Sunny how much she meant to him, he was willing to give it a shot. The thought of her smiling at the gesture made his heart race, and suddenly, the idea of prom didn't seem so daunting anymore.

With newfound determination, he set off to plan something that would make Sunny's heart skip a beat.

The evening air was cool, and Eli's nerves were starting to catch up with him. He had spent the past few hours planning everything, making sure the timing would be perfect. A large bouquet of balloons, a sign that read "Will You Go to Prom with Me, Sunny?" in big, colorful letters, and a string of fairy lights that twinkled softly in the background-he'd pulled it all together. He knew it was over the top, but if there was one thing he had learned, it was that when it came to Sunny, he had to go big or go home.

As the sun began to set, he stood in front of her house, taking a deep breath before walking up to the front door. His heart hammered in his chest. The butterflies in his stomach felt like they were doing backflips. He could hear faint sounds of music from inside, probably Sunny and Moon messing around upstairs, but Eli didn't have time to overthink it anymore.

He carefully arranged the balloons on the porch and plugged in the string lights, making sure they illuminated the entire space just right. Then, with a deep breath, he stepped back and admired his work. It was cheesy. It was dramatic. But it was perfect.

As he stood there, holding the bouquet of balloons, he wondered if he was really doing the right thing. Was this too much? Was it too cheesy? But no, he remembered what Maritza had said-go big, or go home. And this was Sunny. She deserved something special.

Before he could second-guess himself any further, he heard the front door open. Eli's stomach dropped, and he froze in place, holding his breath. Sunny appeared in the doorway, her eyes widening in surprise when she saw him standing there, the balloons and lights surrounding him.

"Eli?" she said, her voice laced with confusion. "What... what's going on?"

Eli's heart beat faster. "Hey, Sunny," he said, trying to sound more confident than he felt. "Uh, I've got something for you."

Sunny stepped forward, her gaze flickering between him and the setup around them. She looked stunned, but Eli could see a smile beginning to tug at the corner of her lips. He couldn't help but grin in return.

"I know this is a little crazy," he said, glancing at the sign and the lights, "but I wanted to ask you... Will you go to prom with me?"

The words felt out of place coming from his mouth, but they hung in the air in that perfect moment of suspense. Eli watched Sunny's reaction closely, trying to read her face as she processed what was happening. She looked surprised but... touched, and Eli couldn't help but feel relieved. She wasn't turning away from him; she was just taking it all in.

Sunny bit her lip, glancing from the balloons to the twinkling lights, and then back to Eli. Her cheeks flushed a soft pink as she looked at him, her expression a mixture of disbelief and joy.

"Eli... this is... this is so extra," she said, her voice catching a little in the middle of her words. "I... I don't even know what to say."

Eli felt the heat rise to his cheeks, wondering if he had gone too far. "I know, I know," he said quickly, trying to explain. "But you deserve something special. And I know we've had our ups and downs, but... I just wanted to show you that I care. That I really want you to go with me."

Sunny stepped closer, and Eli's heart skipped a beat. She glanced at the balloons, then back at him, her eyes softening. "I... didn't expect this," she said, her voice quiet now, almost vulnerable.

Eli's stomach did a flip as he held her gaze. "So, is that a yes?"

Sunny smiled, her eyes lighting up, and Eli felt like he could breathe again. "Yeah," she said, the smile spreading across her face. "It's a yes."

Eli's face broke into a wide grin, his heart soaring at her words. He couldn't believe it-she had said yes. He had actually done it. The promposal had worked.

Sunny laughed softly, shaking her head as she looked up at the twinkling lights. "You're crazy, you know that?"

Eli chuckled, feeling a rush of happiness flood through him. "I guess that's part of the charm," he said, grinning at her.

Sunny reached out and grabbed his hand, her smile not fading for a second. "Well, I guess I'll just have to keep you around then," she said, her voice playful. "Thank you, Eli. This... this really means a lot."

Eli squeezed her hand, his heart bursting with emotion. "Anything for you, Sunny. I'll make sure the night's perfect."

As the two of them stood there, surrounded by the soft glow of the fairy lights and the balloons swaying gently in the breeze, Eli couldn't help but feel like everything was falling into place. This was the start of something new-something real-and he knew he was going to do everything he could to make sure Sunny felt loved and appreciated.

It was cheesy, sure, but this moment? This moment felt like a dream.

ASH SPEAKS!!!

i love them so much!! they're so soft for each other🥹

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