Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Everwood characters, they are the property of Greg Berlanti. I own the original characters.
5:00 PM
Sara was a one-time big city girl... she lived in Manhattan and was a designer. She moved to Everwood, because she wanted to start life anew and live like a small-town slicker. She thought about this as she pulled each piece of her clothing out of her closet.
Short red dress? She thought, No, too wild. She said as she threw it on her bed with all the others.
White halter sun-dress? No, too innocent, she told herself.
Black spaghetti strap mini? No, too trashy, she said as she jumped backwards onto the pile of clothes. OW!, something was poking her in the back. When Sara stood up and rummaged through the mass of garments, she saw the 'perpetrator'; her yellow and black striped top with the silver circle hoop ring connecting the two straps just over the start of the cleavage. How did I miss this? She ran back to her closet after picking this up, and pulled out her black peasant skirt with the silver sequins placed randomly through it. She took off her clothes, after carefully placing her chosen outfit on her desk chair and went into the bathroom to take a shower. When she got out, she blow-dried her hair, then curled certain pieces of it. She put on her make-up, and as slowly as she picked out her outfit, she put it on. Sara then went into the bottom of her closet, bent down, and pulled out a pair of gorgeous black stilettos. She put them on, and walked outside to the backyard. She went to the flower garden and after choosing, then un-choosing a yellow tiger lily, she picked the most perfect yellow rose off of her grandmother's rose bush. She went back inside, and strategically placed it in her hair, cautious to remove the thorns prior to placement. There. She said to herself triumphantly as she backed up and looked into her face through the glimmering floor-length mirror, I look good.
"I hope Bright thinks so too," she said out-loud to herself.
5:00 PM
"Ephram, please, man! I really think I have a chance!" Bright begged to his friend over the phone, while also ransacking his own closet for the perfect attire.
"Man, I don't get it, but fine. I'll take Delia with me to Gino Chang's. But you got enough money to take her to The Mile High?"
"Yeah, I got it taken care of. Thanks, Ephram."
5:13 PM
"Amy, please, sis! I really think I have a chance!" Bright begged to his sister to her, while she was ransacking his closet for the perfect attire for his date.
"I'm helping you pick an outfit, what more do you want?"
"Uh, I just said, 25 bucks!" he said dumbly.
"Well, FINE! But you HAVE to pay me back and you CAN'T be a jerk to this girl– she sounds cool, maybe we can hang out sometime."
"You got it!" he said sincerely to his sister as he picked her up and playfully twirled her around– she laughed.
"Bright, stop." she said joyfully as he put her on solid ground again. "Ok. Here you go, and don't get it dirty!" she told him when she handed him a pair of a perfect fitting black jeans, a yellow and gray striped button-down and a belt. Amy left and then Bright got dressed, all the time, thinking about her.