In Heartstopper, how did Moana asking Mirabel to prom go?
Mirabel blinked. Her eyes shifting from the trumpet, the scroll and the tacky costumes Camilo, Marco and Moana were wearing - a clash of several different periods of history. Camilo had gone for some Shakespearean look, Marco looked like he was some kind of Viking, and Moana was dressed for the Regency era. What on earth were they doing? They had exams to be studying for.
“I told you not to play the trumpet without lessons,” Marco mumbled to Camilo.
The theatre kid shrugged, “Well, technically speaking, I did have lessons. I just didn’t listen to a word of what Dolores said.”
“I’m confused,” Mirabel said, “Are you lot trying to fail your drama classes or trying to scare people off? …I suppose it doesn’t matter when you are completing both simultaneously.”
“I’m asking you to go to prom with me.” Moana explained, beaming.
“Ta-dah!” Camilo waved his hands, dramatically.
Mirabel glanced around the empty school playground. It was the end of the day, most kids didn’t hang about by choice and any who were here previously, quickly disappeared the moment these three came out like this. She carefully approached them, trying not to drop the many books she was carrying in her arms.
“Of course, I’d be going. The whole class is going. That is kind of the point.”
Nobody said anything, as it was clear that Mirabel hadn’t understood. Camilo visibly faced palmed at his cousin, who still seemed none the wiser.
“Maybe we shouldn’t have used that Shakespearean translator,” Moana whispered to her comrades. “Do you think something got lost in translation?”
“No. I just think she’s an idiot.” Camilo offered.
“But she isn’t an idiot! She’s really smart!”
“Well, maybe she’s just really oblivious?”
Marco cleared his throat, “You could just try asking her normally?”
Moana nodded. “Good idea, Marco. We should have just done that in the first place.” She stumbled over the muddy grass, staining the bottom of her dress to reach Mirabel. Camilo and Marco followed behind, only for one of them to slip and pull the other down. They burst out into a flurry of laughter. Moana giggled a bit herself and was amused to find Mirabel doing the same, though trying to hide it. “Mirabel, I wanted to—”
That’s when a car pulled up, a very out of breath Luisa rolling down the window as Mirabel approached.
“I swear I didn’t forget you, hermanita!” She yelled. “My boss asked me to cover Santiago’s shift and I panicked! I got out of there as soon as I could, I swear!”
Mirabel chuckled at her sister, “It’s only been ten minutes since the bell. You’re fine. I asked my teachers if I could borrow these textbooks in that time. There is nothing these exams can throw at me that I won’t be prepared for.”
“Yep, your exams that are still over a year away.” Luisa opened the door, watching her sister clamber in and helping her shove the pile of books into the back of the car. She glanced back at the others, “Wait, what are they doing? Is this some bad improv again? I told you, next time they start, just walk away.”
“Oh, I have no idea; something about prom.” Mirabel answered. “How is Santiago? He is the one who just had a baby, isn’t he?”
They didn’t hear the rest of the conversation. Mirabel closed the door, buckled herself in and Luisa pulled away.
Moana was just left standing alone on the pavement, by the time Marco and Camilo, both thoroughly covered in mud joined her. They both grinned at her in anticipation.
“So… how’d it go?” Marco asked.
“Is she gonna come dress shopping with us?” Camilo questioned, at the same time.
“She… I don’t think she got it…”
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