Hi. I'm Max Goof and a couple years have passed since middle school. I'm an eighteen year old senior who happen to graduate in a couple months along with Prom. I have a girlfriend named Roxanne and a best friend named P.J. who I deeply love both with the bottom of my heart and is willing to do anything in my power for them!

It was an average Monday at school around lunch period talking to Roxanne about upcoming senior prom and I asked her what she wanted me to buy for her before the event.

Me: "Hey babe. Anything you want for prom? Sweets, flowers?"

Roxanne: "I rather not answer that question to you, Max… It's overwhelming and I have to think about it…"

Me: "Alright I guess. T-Take your time, babe."

Talking to Roxanne had been weird lately because she always hit me with "dry" responses either through the phone or in person and it makes me anxious so to take my mind off of things, I decided to play Call of Duty Black Ops with P.J. at my dad's place.

P.J.: "Bro why are you so garbage today? I'm literally beating you by twenty six points, dude."

Me: "Because Roxanne been actin' funny and it been on my mind for the longest now."

P.J.: "Nah brother. You're just overthinking about her. Maybe she's stressed about her own problems, Max. Probably her period or some other girl things."

Me: "I guess so…"

Immediately after saying that, my dad called for us to come downstairs for dinner so the two of us went downstairs to come eat. I ate a little piece of my bread roll while trying my hardest to avoid eye contact with my dad and P.J. while I'm staring down at my dinner, clenching the tablecloth for dear life. My dad apparently noticed my behavior so he nodded to P.J. to go upstairs. I already knew the drill that he wanted to talk to me.

Goofy: "Son? Is everything alright?"

Me: "Yes dad, I'm fine."

Goofy: "I can see it in your eyes, Junior. Something is definitely wrong. Don't be afraid to tell me anything because I'll always be here for you, Son."

Me: "No dad, I'm alright. I probably caught a cold maybe."

Then immediately after, I trotted back upstairs not wanting to tell Dad about the issue I'm currently having and my dad definitely see that there's a problem with me… I was in so much stress that I could literally feel my head boil out of fustration.

P.J.: "Wanna keep playing Black Ops?"

Me: "Nah. I'll head to sleep."

P.J.: "Mind if I keep playing on your PlayStation then? I guess I'll just play on story mode then."

Me: "Go ahead."

Then I took myself to sleep for today dreaming about the possibilities of what could go wrong at prom with Roxanne in a couple weeks…