My Sky is Yours

A few weeks later...


A teacher pins a poster to a wall near his classroom. It reads:


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Just then, a boy rushes past and tears it off the wall.


"Hey!" The teacher exclaims after him. He grumbles and puts another one up.


The boy that had taken the poster goes into a classroom and shows it to a girl sitting at her seat. She looks towards it as he holds it up.


"Prom?" She asks.


The boy looks out from behind it and smiles. "You have anyone in mind?"


"Not right now. But when I do, it has to be *the* one." she looks off dreamily.


"You'll never find *the* one." A girl leaning against a desk states.


"You never know." The first girl whispers.


The guy sits down in the desk next to her.


Bear sighs as he watches the whole situation. "Yeah right. *The* one."


He raises a poster for Prom up just as Forest walks in.


"Bear!" She exclaims and waves to him as she walks in.


Bear glances up at her and watches her for a few seconds before grabbing a piece of paper and trying to come up with ways to ask. None of them are right, so he crumbles the paper. Then, he pulls his phone out and pulls Forest up in messages. He types something, then deleted it. Forest comes closer, and waves at another student on her way. Bear gives up and puts his phone away.


Quickly, he pushes the poster off his desk and onto the floor before turning to her. She sits down and he gazes at the front of the class with his chin on his hand while remembering the first time he met her. How he had gotten between her and the bully and telling him off. Then he remembers when he had followed her to the pond. How he had become her friend after that day. How that teacher had told them about the rumor. How he had told everyone it was true. And how he had pulled her into that classroom and kissed her. All of it came back.


"Bear!" Forest broke into his daydream and forced him to look at her. "Stop staring into space, that stupid look came again."


Bear growled playfully. "Shut up."


"Make me." Forest laughed.


Bear glanced down and carefully pushed her seat out from under her. When she sat down, she yelped and fell.


"What's that poster doing?" She asked.


Bear widened his eyes and glanced down. "Nothing."


Forest grabbed the side of her desk and got up. "What is that poster for Prom doing down there?" She asked again.


Bear signed. She sat down.


"It's there because..." Bear turned to her. "Will you...go to Prom with me?" He asked quietly.


Forest gasped and put her hands over her mouth. "Really?"


"Yes really." Bear smiled.


"Then...yes!" Forest whispered excitedly.


Bear laughed once and kissed her cheek. "I'm glad." He whispered before the teacher walked in.

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