AN: Chapter seven for your reading enjoyment. Enjoy!


Good enough

I need to know that I could be good enough

Because everybody wants to feel good enough

Show me baby

Tell me

Come on a prove it baby

Give it to me


"Finally!!" Marian's voice filled the air as she pushed the screen door open and stepped out on the porch. "What took you so long!," she demanded as she approached her sister who was in the middle of lifting out grocery bags from the trunk of the car.

"Sorry. I know I'm late but if a certain someone hadn't forgotten to stock up the refrigerator yesterday I would have been home a lot sooner. So… what's the emergency? That voice mail you left me was pretty vague."

"It's nothing major. I need your advice on what outfit to wear for tonight. I can't make up my mind and you have always had much better fashion sense than me," Marian explained as she stepped aside and held the door open for her sister.

"Oooh, sounds like someone has a hot date. What is this… your second… no third… in less than a week. Don't you worry I bet he is used to your lack of taste in clothes by now," Sarah teased and followed her sister into the kitchen.

"You are just jealous because I have a man and you don't... Now, shut up and hear me out will ya! Robin is taking me to some fancy jazz club and I want to look sophisticated. I thought I'd go for something black because it makes me look slimmer but I'm not sure... How do I look?" Marian asked, executing a pirouette from her childhood ballet lessons.

"Like an undertaker searching for a corpse to box up and hurl into the back seat of our car. You can't wear black from top to toe it makes you look gloomy," Sarah said with a slight cringe.

"Really, is it that bad?"

"Yes, but you know what, I think I have something purple that would go great with that skirt. Help me put the food away and I'll go get it for you," she suggested and quickly disappeared out of the kitchen.

When she returned a few minutes later, she was greeted with a disappointed frown on her sisters face.

"What's wrong? Don't you like it?" she asked and looked down at the tube top she was holding in her hand.

"No, it's not that. I love it, it's cute and all, but I doubt it will fit," Marian explained with a sigh.

"Well, there is only one way to find out… Try it on!" Sarah coaxed as she pulled the stretchy top down over her sisters head and helped her wriggle into it.

"I can't wear stuff like this! Look, it clings to every single curve on my body. It makes me look fat," Marian whined and grabbed a pot lid to check her reflection.

"Are you kidding?! You look great! Come on, let's regroup to the bathroom and see what we can do from there… I'll even help you with your make-up, if you want me to," Sarah offered and tugged at Marian's hand.

"Okay, fine, but we have to hurry, it's getting late. And just so you know I'm still not sure about this outfit."

"What time is he picking you up?" Sarah asked as she motioned for her sister to take a seat on the edge of the bathtub.

"He isn't. I'm suppose to meet up with him outside the club in about half an hour."

"Really?! That's too bad… for me I mean. I was looking forward to finally meeting him in person... You know what, why don't you give him a call and ask if he can swing by and pick you up here instead… That will probably save you some time," she suggested and began brushing Marian's chocolate brown, shoulder length hair with long quick strokes.

"No…" Marian protested loudly and felt her face heat up. "Uhm…I mean, I don't want that…. It's better this way."

"It is?! What's wrong? What'd I say?" Sarah asked, sensing that her sister was nervous about something.

Marian shook her head. "Nothing, I'm being silly... You are my sister, I can trust you, right?! You would never…-"

"Never what?" Sarah paused and her eyes got wide. "Ohhh, you think that if we met I'd..."

"...make a move on him…Yeah, I mean, who wouldn't… he is gorgeous…But so are you and I'm afraid that if you as much as bat an eyelash at him he'd ditch me faster than the speed of light… It's not like it hasn't happened before, you know… " Marian laughed sadly.

"Yeah, I remember.. that Gisbourne character was a dick. He should have known I wouldn't do something like that to my own sister. I'm sorry he hurt you but I thought you'd be over that by now."

"I know…I'm trying, really I am… Find me a phone and I'll prove it to you."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes! Robin isn't like that, YOU aren't like that…. Let's get this over and done with," Marian suggested, pulling out her cellphone and flipping it open with a determined look on her face.

The door bell rang precisely 40 minutes later and Marian reluctantly agreed to stay in her room while her sister went downstairs to welcome their guest. It wasn't the arrangement Marian would have preferred but she really didn't have much of a choice... She was still not quite sure on what top to wear and greeting Robin in her underwear somehow didn't seem like a good idea….

Marion sighed, examining her form thoughtfully in the mirror. The purple top her sister so kindly had offered her was probably more 'fitted' than most people would find appropriate for someone her size. It would look much better on someone with a smaller frame… someone with slender waist and proportional hips and bust… someone like Sarah…

She wanted to trust her sister, really she did, but Sarah was a notorious flirt and Robin… Robin was so handsome and so sure of himself; a combination that didn't bode well.

While Marion busied herself upstairs getting dressed, Sarah went to open the front door..

"Why hello there, you must be Robin," she exclaimed stretching out her hand to greet the tall, handsome guy standing on her front porch. "I have to say, you look nothing like I pictured you," she added as she let him inside.

"Should I take that as a compliment or an insult?" Robin replied with a grin.

"Definitely a compliment." Sarah tilted her head and contemplated him through long eyelashes. "Marian has been talking about you, and for once she wasn't exaggerating," she trailed off, shaking her head and grinning. "Uhm.. so… anyway, Marian is upstairs. She should be down in a second. Why don't you have a seat," she offered with a gesture towards the living room.

Well damn, Marion's sister was a hottie. "So you're Sarah, right?!" Robin asked, in lack of anything better to say.

"The one and only, " she replied with a smirk.

"Pleasure meeting you!" his eyes lingering on her bare belly and the lurid, red thong poking out of the top of her baggy, tracksuit bottoms..

She caught him looking but she didn't seem to take offence. In fact, if he didn't know better he would say wanted him to look. But that couldn't be true, now could it?!

Before he had a chance to find out for sure he heard someone clear the throat at the door.

Marian could tell the exact moment Robin became aware of her presence, because that was the moment his grin slid right off his face and shattered against the floor.

"Wow, look at you…," he trailed off for a moment, as an odd mix of surprise, guilt and bewilderment played across his face. "You look…. nice."

"Thank you! So do you. I'm sorry if I kept you waiting...," she said in a strained voice and shot her sister an angry glare behind Robin's back.

"It's okay, it was worth the wait. Besides, your sister took good care of me."

"Oh, I bet she did." Marian replied dryly, wrapping her arm possessively around his waist. "Let me get my keys and purse and we'll be on our way," she said and dragged him out of the room without as much as a "goodbye" to her sister.

Jealousy can be a difficult monster to tame… especially when it comes between sisters…