I could live on the sun. I really could.
I told Sara everything as I helped her pick a dress.
Sara shook his head. "No way. I don't belive it."
"Way."
Sara sighed and put down the red dress with ruffles. "Guess that explains everything about you."
She held up a short dress. It was blue. "How about this?"
"Love the dress." Sara smiled.
"Just isn't you." She frowned.
"It's so hard to find a dress for the dance." Sara complained.
"You're lucky this dance isn't prom." I told her. "Prom's bigger."
"That's so right."
I nodded.
My phone rang. "Try a pink dress."
I ran out of the room. It was Xander.
How did he know my phone number?
