you should know what you're falling for

four

 "Apparently, your mom wants me to borrow something from you for the party." I announce upon my arrival in Kendall and mine's room. Kendall looks me up and down and raises her eyebrows, then makes her way over to her closet. After rifling through her clothes for a few minutes, she places three dresses down on the bed wordlessly.

I cross over to the three sheaths of fabric and eye them cautiously. 

"They're the biggest ones I have." she explains matter-of-factly. Kendall's quite petite and closer to the flat-chested side, so finding a dress for me might be a challenge. I'm thin and everything, but more of an hourglass.

I carelessly pick up a short, grey dress and bring it into the bathroom, which is connected to the bedroom through a door. I slip my cargo pants off and slide the dress over my hips after quite the battle, and zip up the back.

Well, almost. Once I simply can not zipper it anymore, I'm left falling out of Kendall's dress. When I return into her room, my foster-sister immediately shakes her head. 

"This isn't going to work." she states after pondering the situation for a moment. I roll my eyes irritably. Way to go, Captain Obvious.

As I do so, Kendall slips out of the room and reappears a moment later, gesturing for me to follow. When she leads me to her mother's closet, my eyes widen.

"You've gotta be kidding me, right?"

She shrugs and swings open the doors. There's a few old lady dresses and pantsuits and I wrinkle my nose. Suddenly, something catches Kendall's eye and she snatches a violet-grey cocktail dress from behind all the boringness. 

"Oh my god, you have to wear this!" 

 I'm not big into dresses, in fact, I haven't worn one since my father's funeral, but I'll admit, I'll consider wearing this. It's strapless with a sweetheart neckline, which is fancy enough to pass by, but also casual enough for my simple taste. When I slip it on, it fits alright around my figure.

I hear Alex come into the room behind me and I'm reminded that I hate the idea of anyone seeing me in a dress. His eyes widen, 

"What?" I snap, and my brother just shrugs,

"You look different. Pretty."

Great. Just great.

I'm going to a fancy, rich kid party in a dress. My foster-mothers dress.