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Day 2: Green

"You've got to be kidding me!?"

Sam glared furiously at the owner of the Goth store she regularly went too, hands clenched into fists by her sides.

The m shrugged, undeterred by the violet-eyed Goth girl's anger.

"Sorry Miss. Manson, but we ran out of the dress you were searching for yesterday. The next shipment won't come here in about five to ten weeks. You'll just have to wait."

"But the senior prom is in two days! I can't wait!" Sam exclaimed, seconds away from doing a very Paulina-like fit, which terrified her. If she was even thinking of doing something that she would classify for her longtime nemesis, then it meant that she loved that dress, which she did.

It was a gorgeous elegant thing. The main part was black satin, with sheer purple sleeves. Stitched across the skirt and along the top, which was a faux bodice of black silk ribbons crisscrossing over a background of plum purple satin, were silvery spiderweb designs. The skirt trailed behind her at the back, an effective train. And, it was strapless and it was backless.

It was beautiful, and she had hoped to wear it at senior prom. But, to find it had sold out, that it would take ten weeks for a new shipment to come in… it left her fuming.

"Miss. Manson? Miss. Manson?" the shop owner asked her repeatedly, and Sam realised she had spaced out.

"Uh, sorry. I spaced out," Sam apologised. "What were you asking me?"

"Oh okay. And, I was asking you if you wanted to see any more dresses on sale?"

Almost immediately, Sam shook her head. That dress had spoken to her; the others would just feel like shoddy second hand things compared to it.

Oh God, was starting to think like Paulina?! She had to fix that fast.

"No, thank you. But, I'll keep them in mind," Sam politely refused, before she hurriedly walked out of there, anger still radiating off her in waves, but not as much as it was back there.

Sam had to find a substitute dress and fast. Otherwise she wouldn't be going to the senior prom, with her boyfriend of three years, at all.

She just didn't expect it to come from an unlikely, though slightly obvious, source.

Sam slamming the door behind her when she came inside told her grandmother, Ida Manson, that Sam hadn't been successful in getting the dress she wanted.

"Are you okay, Sam?" Ida asked her granddaughter, travelling up to her room via elevator.

"Yes," Sam started, before casting her eyes down and admitting, "Actually, no."

"What's wrong, bubelah?" Ida asked Sam as she wheeled her scooter over to Sam's bed, where the gothic girl was slumped on it.

"The store didn't have the dress that I wanted; they ran out of it. And another shipment doesn't come in ten weeks from now, and the prom's in two days and I don't have a backup dress and-and…" Sam told her grandmother, before covering her face in her hands, mumbling from them, "God, I sound like Paulina."

"No, you don't. You sound like you're in a dire dress emergency," Ida said firmly. She then smiled.

"Luckily, I know the perfect dress to be the backup dress for you."

"Uh, Grandma, I'm not sure about this."

Grandma smiled at Sam, who was still eyeing her reflection nervously.

It was the night of the prom, and Sam was dressed in the dress that her grandmother had given her. Even though she was grateful for her grandmother's help, she still felt nervous about wearing this dress.

"Sam, it's okay to be nervous. But, you don't need to worry; you look beautiful. And, that colour suits you well."

Sam smiled at the compliment, feeling more confident. She turned to her grandmother and gave her a tight, grateful hug.

"Thanks, Grandma."

"Anything for you, my beloved granddaughter."

Suddenly, the bell rang, signalling that Sam's date was here.

Sam, feeling nervous again, said, "He's here."

She looked at her grandmother and stood up, letting her grandmother look at her fully in the dress, and asked, "How do I look?"

Her grandmother smiled.

"Like a queen."

Sam smiled again, as the bell rang again.

"I better go," Sam said. She kissed her grandmother on the forehead and ran out of her bedroom and down the stairs towards the front door, opening it almost hesitantly.

Behind the door, her boyfriend and date for the prom, Danny Fenton, stood behind the door. At hearing it open, he turned around, a happy grin on his face.

"Hey Sam, you…"

All words dried up his throat at seeing how amazing Sam looked.

Her raven hair was curled softly and rested on bare, fair shoulders. She had deep green eyeshadow that complimented her violet eyes, and dark red lips, and was wearing a beautiful green dress.

It was sleeveless and strapless, and had a sweetheart neckline, exposing a bit of cleavage, and was in a beautiful forest green colour. A sash, coloured in a lighter green, was wrapped around her waist, accentuating her hips. Threaded through the dress, invisible except for in the light, were thousands of minuscule emeralds, embroidering the gorgeous dress. Green gloves, also in that same green shade as the dress, reached to her elbows, and a fine silver chain necklace with three teardrop-shaped emerald pendants hanging off it rested against the hollow of her throat.

Sam looked, for a lack of a better word, beautiful.

"Sam, you look incredible," Danny breathed, awestruck with how gorgeous his girlfriend looked. "That dress… where did you get it?"

"My grandma gave it to me," Sam answered, walking to Danny.

"Well, it looks beautiful on you, Sam," Danny complimented. "Green looks amazing on you."

"Aww, thanks Danny," Sam thanked, smiling warmly as she kissed him on the cheek. Danny smiled warmly back at her.

Suddenly, the two brilliant white rings of light appeared, transforming Danny from Fenton to Phantom. He picked Sam up, bridal style, and flew the two towards the dance, the skirts of the green dress Sam's grandmother had given her fluttering behind them.

At the prom, Sam had received lots of compliments for her dress, and how the green worked beautifully for her. This caused Sam to blush and smile and feel even more grateful to her grandmother for her beautiful dress.

Maybe it was a good thing that the dress she originally wanted to wear got sold out after all.

And here's something more lighthearted after the last angsty one!

At first, writing this particular entry for day two was hard, but then I thought about Sam and her wonderful, sweet relationship with her grandmother, and I decided that her grandmother would give Sam a dress after the one she originally wanted sold out… and that dress her grandmother gave her turned out to be green. I hope you like this!

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