Author's Chapter Notes:

(I think I have about one more chapter of this...)

My reflection mirrors my nervousness as I look at myself, my flat chest staring back at me taunting me with its uncanny resemblance to a pancake. I screw up my eyes in defiance and stick out my tongue at the redhead in front of me and then cast my disheartened gaze to the wads of tissue lying on the floor. I had just plucked those voluptuous wads out of the top of my deep purple dress.

What in God's name had I been thinking? Michael sees me every day at school. Of course he would notice if I went from a pancake to double chocolate chip muffins in twenty four hours! I push my chest out and wish silently for a visit from the DD fairy or at least the C cup fairy, but unless she/he were to come flying through my window right about now, me and my training bra will walk down those stairs and greet the hottest guy in the sixth grade minus the 3-D experience.

I sigh and run a brush through my hair one last time, just as the doorbell rings. He's here! Or his mom is here…or they're both here. Whatever! I stick my brush down on the vanity and cast one last look at my reflection and then practically run out the door. I of course make myself slow up when I reach the stairs, 'cause if I were to fall down them, not only would I probably end up in traction, but I would most likely be so embarrassed I would die right there on the spot. Do they even put dead people in traction? I think not.

I take the stairs carefully and as I get about half way down I spot the top of Michael's head. I stare at his short dark hair and then he is looking up at me with that smile, only I think maybe it is brighter as his eyes take in my dress and semi-high heels. He is standing next to my dad and I am sure they were talking before my grand entrance, but now both are just standing there looking at me.

My father is beaming and when he holds out his hand for me I take it. I feel like a princess almost. But I am of course too old to go in for all that princess crap. Still it makes me feel special.

My father spins me around and then gives my hand to Michael, who smiles and says how nice I look before he blushes a deep crimson.

I say thank you and then we both turn to look at my dad with our matching cheeks.

I hear my mouth answering all of the 'yes, Dad's, no Dad's and of course Dad's', but I am on cloud 9 or 10 or 100, because Michael Scofield is holding my hand!

And then our goodbyes said, we are out the door and I am sure that scary smile has taken up residence on my face for the night. Luckily Michael still seems to like said smile, 'cause when he turns to me he doesn't run screaming for his mommy who is smiling at us from her spot behind the wheel of their dark blue SUV.

He holds the door for me when we reach the SUV and I climb in as ladylike as I can manage and turn my smile on his mother. She is beaming too.

"Sara you look so lovely," she says and my smile grows to enormous proportions, and inflates my flat ego a little.

Now if she could just say something that would inflate my chest, that would be doing something, I think.

We make small talk on the way to the school, Michael's mother doing most of the talking while we both sit sneaking looks at each other. I have no clue what the woman even said after her son reached to hold my hand again. I mean maybe she was talking about baking babies or smashing gerbils?

But when Michael's mother pulls up in front of the school, I make myself listen to her again and say thank you for the ride. We then say a quick goodbye and hop out, our feet moving us along with the rest of the excited kids on their way to the gym doors.