"Amy!" I yelled exasperatedly. "I'm not going to try on a dress! I'm not going to prom."

Amy eyed the tougher girl. "I know, but I want to see what it looks like on someone else."

"Why?" I asked, suspious.

"I want to see if the dress is more Emma Nelson or Liberty Van Zant." She shuttered. "Just.... Please?"

I looked around the small dress store. Even though it was around prom time, there was only a cashier chewing gum. So, no one would see me....

"Fine, but I swear to god this is the only dress I'm trying on!"

Amy smiled, and I walked into the cubicle like dressing room. As I slid into the dress, I heard Amy talking to either me or herself about her prom plans. Get ready, wait for Towerz to come over- although she wasn't sure about the order. Go to prom, stay for a while. Then go out to a late dinner or movie.

"I doubt any place will be open." I said from within the cubicle.

"Oh, but some places are staying open for prom night. Plus-" Amy trailed off as I steped out into the store. "Alex! You look great."

"Wait. Wait a minute, there is no way I am buying this dress."

Amy gestured to the full lenght mirror. "Just look." So I did. When I first saw the dress, I thought it was tacky. It was emerald green and strapless, it was fitted at the top before.... puffing out at the hips. It was covered in sequins. But.... it just looked right. I looked up, and saw Amy in the mirror.

"Ah!" I yelled. The sales lady didn't look up from her magazine. "I, er...."

"The dress looks amazing. You so need to get it."

"Amy, I told you. I'm not going to some damn social prom just-" I glanced in the mirror again. "It's too expensive."

"How much is it?"

I noticed a tag, and my eyes widened as I saw the price. "Two hundred dollars.... Amy, I have ten dollars. Total."

Amy shrugged. "I have money."

"How much?"

"Enough."

"From where?" I wasn't backing down.

"I've been saving. From my job at the library."

I leaned against the cubicle. "There's no way I could pay you back."

"By going to prom. With Sully." Before I could protest, she contuined. "He makes you happy. Even I can see that."

I changed, back into my grey shirt and green cargos. As I walked out, Amy took her dress along with the emerald dress up to the cash register. I looked down and noticed her bookbag on the ground. Normally, I wouldn't pick up after anyone, not even my friends, but she did just drop $200 plus tax on me. As I lifted it off the ground, I noticed a envelope fall out. On it was writen 'To Amy for Alex's dress'.

I didn't say anything. I didn't walk up and deck Amy. I just walked out the door.