All The Little Things.

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

A week had passed and the entire school was buzzing with excitement about the upcoming Homecoming game and dance. During the week they had done various things and activities to get everyone excited and pumped up for the game. Fern wasn't into that type of thing, so she didn't go to anything extra. Aden had tried to persuade her into going, but she kept reminding him of the last time she gave into going to any of those types of things and he would drop the subject immediately. Now it was the big day and one thought of even considering going didn't even cross Fern's mind. She had her heart set on staying home and watching movies all night. She didn't even go out to look for a dress. As Fern was picking out the movies she wanted to watch, she heard the door open and close and footsteps enter the house. Fern could tell it was Bridget by they way her footsteps sounded like there was a jump in between each one.

“Hey girl! Are you as excited as I am?” Bridget's shrill voice boomed as she entered the living room.

“Bridget, I already told you, I'm not going. I don't even have a dress.” Fern reminded her, still shuffling though the movies.

“I know, but I brought some dresses of mine that I want you to try on.” Bridget begged. Fern sighed a long exasperated sigh as she turned around to face Bridget. She had so many dresses in her arms, you couldn't even see her face.

“Fine.” Fern groaned, knowing that her friend wouldn't leave until she got what she wanted. Bridget squealed in excitement as she ran up the stairs, almost tripping over the massive stack of dresses she was attempting to carry. Bridget dropped the dresses on Fern's bed and started to throw dress after dress Fern's way. They went through at least six dresses and Fern didn't like a single one of them. Bridget finally threw the last dress in her stack towards Fern. Fern happily put it on knowing it would be the last dress she was going have to squeeze into. As Fern walked back into her room from the bathroom, Bridget squealed and clapped her hands excitedly.

“This is it! This is the one!” Bridget cheered, doing her weird happy dance that she always did. Fern slowly made her way over to the mirror and as she saw her reflection, her breath got caught in her throat. The dress was pure white and had delicately placed jewels covering the entire upper half of the dress. The bottom half was made of silk and fell just above her knees, every time she moved it looked like the dress was flowing in the wind.

“Wow, this dress is beautiful. Where did you get it Bridget?” Fern breathed, still looking at her reflection.

“I honestly don't remember, I know that it never looked good on me so I never wore it, but Fern, it looks stunning on you.” Bridget marveled, her smile still wide on her face. Fern let a small smile slip, for fear of Bridget seeing and then insisting that she go because she liked the dress. “So, are you going to go? You have to, now that you found the perfect dress!” Bridget continued, sending pleading eyes Fern's way.

“I don't know, Bridget. It's not my thing.” Fern muttered, a frown forming on her face.

“But I already bought your ticket!” Bridget pleaded, holding out a piece of thin paper with Fern's name on it. Fern told herself she wouldn't give in, but as she looked back at herself, she was finding it harder to say no.

“Fine, I'll go.” Fern mumbled, disappointed with herself. Bridget let out a loud scream, then commanded that Fern change out of the dress so she could do her hair and make up. Fern did as told and sat on her bed, letting Bridget rub unknown liquids and powders onto her just cleansed face. Bridget nodded in approval then moved onto her hair. Bridget had finally finished and told Fern not to look at herself yet until she had the dress on. She did as told and as Fern stepped in front of the mirror once again, a small gasp escaped her lips. Her face looked flawless because of the make up and she had a light gold color dusted over her lids. Her hair looked like a mermaid because it had been waved, it really brought out the streaks of blonde. Fern felt tears forming in the corners of her eyes, she knew she couldn't cry though because Bridget would kill her for ruining the make up. Fern actually felt beautiful. She turned to Bridget's shining face and gave her a huge hug.