All the Way by Megan Stine

Author:Megan Stine
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Penguin USA, Inc.

Chapter 13

“Are you sure it doesn’t make me look fat?” Emily moaned as she tugged at the bottom of the skimpy little knit top I’d finally persuaded her to try on.

The two of us had been shopping since noon, working hard on Emily’s wardrobe makeover. Now it was nearly four o’clock. We’d been to the Gap, Abercrombie, and my favorite place, Marlowe’s—a cute little boutique with great original stuff you couldn’t get anywhere else—and Emily had tried on about twenty sweaters.

Each time, she’d picked out a large or medium, and I had to force her to try on the ones that really fit her, which were usually small. And each time, when she had the small one on, she’d ask the same question: did it make her look fat?

“You’re not fat!” I told her for the umpteenth time that day. “Where did you ever get the idea that you were?”

“My mom thinks I should lose weight,” she admitted, frowning.

“Really? That’s so wrong.”

“She took me to a diet doctor when I was a sophomore, and I lost twelve pounds. I was bone thin, and she loved it.”

“Oh, that’s sooooo wrong,” I said. “You’re curvy.”

“Yeah, but that’s because I gained five pounds back.”

“That’s good. You look amazing! You should work it.”

I handed her another top, a cardigan sweater you could wear buttoned up, with cute pearl buttons that were kind of retro. It clung to her in all the right places.

“But it rides up when I bend over,” she said. “You can see my skin.”

“Not a crime,” I pointed out. “It even covers your belly button when you’re standing.”

“I like the longer one better.” She gave me a pleading look, like I was her mom or something.

“Okay, okay,” I gave in.

I’m not a strict parent.

By the time we were done, she’d bought four new tops (two of them really hip Juicy Couture, and one amazingly cute stretch lace blouse, plus the “safe” longer black sweater) and two pairs of pants—all of them two sizes smaller than the smallest thing in her old wardrobe. I considered it a success.

“Now you should try on some prom dresses,” I said.

“What for?” She looked scared to death.

“Just in case,” I said. “Who knows? When you show up at school in your new clothes, guys may be all over you.”

“Yikes!” she said, pretending to bite her nails. But the huge, excited smile on her face told me a different story.

“Come on, pick something,” I said, gesturing toward the dress rack.

“But isn’t it bad luck?” she said. “I don’t even have a date yet.”

“Neither do I, and I’m already working on my dress,” I said. “I’m making it—and keeping my fingers crossed.”

“That’s cool,” she said.

Yeah, I thought. Ballsy. Like my dad always said.

I thought about Tyler and wondered how our date tonight would go. We were supposed to go to a movie—assuming he showed up.

Would he kiss me in the theater? Would he mention the prom?

“What about this one?” Emily held up a totally out-of-date yellow ball gown with netting down the front of the skirt.

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