Taylor came out of the bathroom. He was the last one that got the shower and he hated this because the water was always freezing cold. He walked into his room and pulled open one of his dresser drawers and searched from some clean boxers. He found a green plaid pair at the bottom and threw them on. He walked over and grabbed his shirt and pants from off the bed and put them on. He walked over to his dresser and quickly ran a comb threw his hair. His hair was starting to get curlier and curlier as he got older. It started to annoy him considering he always made fun of Ike for his hair and his was doing the same thing. The whole engagement situation kept eating at him. He didn't think Sarah was stupid enough to fall for Ike. He assumed she had taste. Not to insult his brother, he loved him and all but come on, Isaac? He just looked in the mirror and smiled. At least they would be leaving shortly and wouldn't have to worry about this for awhile. Maybe at the awards Ike would meet someone. Of course, no one like Britney Spears. She was actually pretty hot and wanted a chance. He shuttered at the thought of all the interrogations with him and Tara Lipinski. But then grinned, Tara was staring at Ike part of the time backstage at the LA concert. He couldn't be happier about going to New York in a few days.
Sarah and Ike watched some TV and talked for a hour or so before she said he better leave before her mother came home so she could figure out what she was going to do about the outfit. After she ushered him out of the door she turned around and ran into her mother and father's room. She ripped through her closet and looked for a decent dress. She was almost in tears in frustration. She wanted to go so unbelievably bad. And as much as she was saying to herself that she should call Isaac and ask him if he would buy her a dress and everything she realized that she needed to do this on her own.
She sat on her parent's bed and wiped the tears from her eyes. But then she sat and thought about it. She thought about what the stars really did wear there. One of the reminders was Gwen Stephani and she technically wore a bikini top and MC Hammer pants. They wore dresses that resembled sundresses in the summer.
She once again opened her mother's dresser and realized she really didn't have anything. She went into their bureau drawer, she knew she was not allowed to do this ever, but her parents had to understand this was a serious dilemma. She dug around and found what she was looking for. She grabbed the silver looking key and ran upstairs and down the hall.
She grabbed hold of the rope that dangled from the ceiling that opened it up into the attic. It was locked, she put in the key in the lock standing on her tiptoes and pushed the wooded slab aside and pulled the little ladder down and ran up to the attic. She looked around for what she was looking for. She walked all the way over to an old wooden closet against the wall. She opened the double doors up and shifted through the clothes. She found what she was looking for. Before all of the heart problems and when she was a baby her mother and her father used to go out a lot to nightclubs and go out to eat at fancy restaurants. After some of the problems she sold most of the stuff except for one item.
She pulled out the sleek, tight, and sequenced short, red dress and she just smiled. She walked over to one of the full-length mirrors in the corner and put it up against her. She knew it would fit. It would be a little tight in the bust area but it would be decent enough. But then frowned, it was extremely low cut and her scar and stitches would show. She almost started crying again. She looked at the dress and trying to figure out a way around it. She looked at the dress and took it with her downstairs to her bedroom. Before entering her room she quickly shut everything and locked the attic again and threw the key back into her parents' dresser drawer. She ran into her room with the dress. She quickly took off her clothes and put the dress on. Her fears were right. She took the dress off and ran into the kitchen and flipped open the phonebook. She grabbed the cordless and dialed her doctor's office. She waited impatiently while it rang and she kept tapping her foot on the floor. "Hello, Dr. Hubbell's office." "Hello, this is Sarah, I have a question. I just recently got a heart transplant and I need to know how long it would take for the stitches to come out." "Just a second, I'll go get the doctor."
There was a paused moment and finally someone picked up the phone on the other end. "Hello, Sarah? You had a question about the stitches?" "Yes, I wanted to know how soon could they come out?" "Oh dear, not for another couple of weeks. One false move and it will pop open and your insides could, well, start to come out." Sarah cringed at the thought, "ok, how about putting makeup over them?" "Absolutely not, you will infect it. Sarah, why are you so anxious to get rid of this? You should be very lucky that you even got a transplant. Lay down and rest." She sighed, "you're right, I'm sorry if I sound ungrateful. I'm just going to this very important event and the dress I have to wear is slightly, low cut." "Well, wear something over it or get a different dress." She sighed, "I think I'm going to have to do that. Thank you." And she hung up the phone and really started crying again.
She kept thinking of different ways to hide the scar. It's not that she was ashamed of it, it's just that she didn't want to embarrass them. She kept racking her brain over and over again. She went upstairs and wondered what she could possible put over her or the dress to hide the scar. She just stared at the dress again and again hoping something genius would hit her.
maybe I just shouldn't go, I mean, they have other things all through the year. And they'll be invited again next year." She was so frustrated, "WHY ME HUH? WHY? WHY DID YOU THINK I NEEDED THE HEART PROBLEMS?" She just couldn't cry anymore. "Well Sarah, it looks like we're going to wait this out. Maybe there's something you can do." She said out loud to herself. She sat there thinking for the longest time. That's when it hit her perfectly. "Hey! I could sew flesh colored nylon in between the chest area and hide it!" She quickly threw open her dresser drawer and yanked out all her nylons.
She measured everything and worked at it for about two hours. She sat there with some tan colored thread. She knew it wouldn't look right and she bit her bottom lip and looked at it. "OH YEAH!" And she dug around the inside of her closet. She searched for another 20 minutes before finding her box of old dance and ice skating clothes. She ripped through them and she found her red sequenced headband from when she was younger. She put it over her head and around her neck. "THIS IS AWESOME! I'm having the best luck!" And she ran back over.
She realized she was going to need an extended zipper. She'd have to take out the one in the dress and then replace it with a longer one. But she realized her nylons wouldn't cut it. She'd have to go to a fabric store and get a couple of yards of it. That's where she would have to get the new zipper. And then finally she would have to let her mother know she was going to go and then show her the dress. She took some of the nylons, took her top off and then put the nylons up to her chest. "Perfect! Absolutely perfect! If I have them redo the stitches in tan it will not ever show all that much."
She sighed happily and collected everything together and put it away in the back of her closet. She shut the closet door and walked out of her bedroom.
