I wait at the bottom of the stairs, rattling the keys as I wait for Sophia. "Why aren't you getting dressed?" Melody asks as she walks downstairs, fiddling with a few hair bands on her wrist, "Hansol said you were going with your boyfriend." I roll my eyes, sitting on the bottom few stairs, "Whoever he... They are, you're not going in just jeans and a t-shirt. It's a dance for goodness sake, Sara! You can't go dressed like that to a dance." She worries, taking my car keys off of me. "You go get changed. I'll take Sophia." I groan, standing up and glaring at Melody, "I hate you sometimes." I complain whilst walking up the stairs to my room, "And I, you."
I sigh, about to close the door as Melody shouts, "I'll come back and get you and Hansol, but you'll have to get the bus back!" Oh wow. Just great. Slamming the door, I walk over to my wardrobe, scanning over every piece of clothing I have. I have hardly anything dressy, and the only proper dress I have is the one I used for the prom that I didn't even want to go too. Everything else is just so plain... wow. I am such a fashionista. I sigh before rushing to the room next door to mine and banging on the door, "Hey! Hansol, I need your help!" He opens the door soon after and smiles, "Ahhhh! The day my sister actually wants my help has finally come. What is it?" He says with a vain tone lingering in the his voice, "I need you to help me choose something to wear." I say, grabbing his arm and pulling him into my room, in front of the wardrobe. He starts to flick through the hangers of clothing before turning to look at me, "What makes you think that I'm helpful at this?" He questions, eyebrows furrowed as I shrug and stand next to him, "Well people always say that you look good, so just help me choose Hansol." He just shakes his head at me before turning back to my wardrobe. He stands there humming to himself, eyes glued to my clothes as I sit on my bed, biting my lip anxiously. "How about this?" He smiles as he pulls out a fluffy blue jumper with a bow on, a white blouse and a knee high black skirt. I raise an eyebrow, looking at the clothes questionably, "Doesn't really scream 'winter dance' does it, Hansol?" Hansol shrugs, putting out a pair of blue boots for me to wear with the outfit he had chosen, "I guarantee you, you'll be dressed properly. It not even a proper dance, it's more like a house party with less alcohol. Just put this on." He says, putting the collection on my bed, stopping in the doorway briefly as he speaks. "Don't forget, put some tights on, it's cold outside."
After closing the door, I allow my eyes to scan through the clothes, laying them all out in separately on my bed. The mirror on the door of the wardrobe catches my eye as I play with the t-shirt I have on. Maybe Hansol's choice might actually work.
The phone rings as I stand in the bathroom, putting the last of my hair back with a small headband. My hand quickly finds the buzzing object and I bring it to my ear without checking the caller ID, having a fair idea who it already was, "Hey?"
"Hey Sara, can you and Hansol be outside the house in the next five to ten minutes, I'm just leaving Sophia's dance. Can't talk now, see ya!" She blabbers, but that's enough to give me a sign that I'm still not ready, my bottom half only covered by a pair of thick, winters tights with some frilly socks on my feet, making sure that I can actually fit in the boot. "Hansol!" I call, pulling the skirt up, tucking some of the blouse in before trying to zip it up from the back to save time, "Hansol!" I call again, waiting for him to come in. He smiles as he walks in, a suit jacket out over a band-tee with some black jeans and sneakers on, "What's up?" He asks, leaning on the door frame, checking his watch. "Mom's going to be here in a few minutes and I need to do this skirt up and put the boots on." In no time at all, my brothers over by me, grabbing the zip and doing it up for me as we stand in front of the mirror. I go to move but I'm stopped my him grabbing my shoulders and turning me to face the mirror, soon enough his head on my shoulder with a smile spread across his face, "See. I told you that you'd look good." He looks up at me and smiles, my eyes still in the mirror as I take in the outfit that snuggly encloses my body in its mixture of fabric. Nodding, I ruffle his hair and smile, walking away from the mirror and slipping the boots up. "Thanks lil bro." I thank him, getting my phone from on top of the drawers, placing it in my shoulder bag, just as the car honks it horn from outside.
We get in the car one by one, Melody sighing in what seems relief as she looks at me, "See. That looks much better." She speaks with pride, turning the ignition key and pulling out of the drive. The drive starts off as silent before we end up stopping at traffic lights, Melody starting up conversation. "So, who's this boy? Anybody special? Do I know him?"
"He's nobody speci--"
"It's Joshua Hong. Jisoo. You know, the vicars son?" Hansol perks up with a smug grin that soon disappears as I hit his arm.
"Ahhhh, he seems nice Sara, why you acting like that?" She says as she drivers, her eyes diverted to the road instead of the war that's starting up in the back.
"He's alright." Is all I reply with, letting the rest of the journey be in a comfortable silence.
"Remember, you're gonna have to get the late bus back." Melody sings, closing the door as Sophia gets in, "and have fun, but not too much!" She closes her door and turns on the engine, leaving in the blink of an eye.
Hansol and I stand and look at each other before walking into the warmer hall, the heat being something that hits you and makes a difference as soon as you walk in. All at once, Hansol seems to have moved into a corner with a few of his friends whilst I stand next to the drinks table on my Larry whilst people walk in. People come in, in groups, all either dressed up or just in something casual. I take my phone out as I lean against the wall and look up every few minutes to see if Joshua turns up.
The time goes by quickly, the hall is nearly full, music blaring, people all crowded in the middle of the floor. My eyes scan the herd of people for my supposed to be date, wondering if could've possibly dismissed him for somebody else or if he didn't see me, yet there's not a sign of him.
After sitting by the door for a good hour and a half, the music slowly starts to quiet down as the horde of teenagers disperse through the main exit. I keep my eye out for Joshua, trying to double check my earlier idea before Hansol comes over and taps my shoulder, "Hey, did Joshua leave earlier or something?" He asks, hanging his jacket over his shoulder with two fingers as I shake my head, sighing and taking the headband off, taking in a deep breath before looking back up at my brother.
"He never showed up."
