The Love Song (17)

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Disclaimer: Obviously Mikey didn't write the song used in this chapter. I just can't come up with one myself.

As I stared at my reflection in the mirror I prayed that Abby knew what she was doing, because truthfully I was horrible at the whole girly-girl thing. Abby, who ended up sleeping over last night, helped me pick out what I was going to wear to the show tonight.

Somehow she had magically pulled a blue summer dress out of the depths of my closet. I didn’t even know I owned that piece of clothing, because dresses weren’t really my thing. I felt much more comfortable when Abby shrugged off her own white denim jacket to go with it. Last, she snatched my sister’s favorite silver flats and I prayed that Lena wouldn’t notice they were missing.

But Abby had left this morning after breakfast. She had gone up to her father’s lake house where there was never a good signal. Since I couldn’t get a hold of her, I didn’t know which necklace to wear. I held up the red chunky beads and then the silver chain trying to decide which one would complete my look.

“Go with the silver,” my sister said as she walked by our open bedroom door on the way to the bathroom.

I looked up at the sound of her voice and watched her backtrack into the room. We both had a look of shock on our faces. Did Lena just offer me advice?

“You,” my sister said, unable to get the words out of her mouth. Did I really look that bad? Maybe I should fire Abby as my fashion assistant.

“Me what?” I asked. Oh crap, she must have noticed the shoes.

Lena continued to shake her head in disbelief. “You-you look amazing.”

“I know, I’m sorry,” I cringed, trying to apologize. “Wait, what? You think this looks okay?” My eyes almost popped out of my head. She did not just compliment me. Lena never is that nice.

Lena answered, sounding just as confused at me. “I know, hard to believe, right? But I’m dead serious. That outfit is kickass.”

I put a hand on my hip. “Okay, who are you and what have you done with my sister?” As the words left my mouth, I realized I didn’t care what happened to the old Lena. I liked the new Lena upgrade. “Actually, never mind. You can keep her.”

“Haha,” my sister said dryly.

I cracked a smile at her, before looking back at the mirror. As I turned from side to side, uncertainty started to wiggled its way back into my head. Maybe I shouldn’t wear a dress. It made my knees look so knobby. “You really think this is okay?” I asked and spun back around to face her. Maybe she was just joking and I looked like a complete fool.

Lena rolled her eyes and flopped back onto her bed. “How often do I tell you that you look good?” she asked.

“Um, never?”

“Exactly. It’s like winning the lottery; it doesn’t happen often, so be thankful. And like I said before, go with the silver necklace because it matches my shoes. Besides, you don’t want to look like the 4th of July.”

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