A/N: Thanks for all the amazing reviews! I loved them! I don't have much to say, so enjoy this chapter! Song of the day: Boom Boom Pow (Black Eyed Peas)

Chapter Seven: New York, New York

Sara's POV

New York City was amazing. Skyscrapers loomed above me, and giant window displays drew me into stores. I wandered into H&M and left with a blue flapper dress that I absolutely loved. I left the store happy, a grin plastered on my face. The grin grew wider when I saw the three-story tall Juicy Couture store. I ran inside, my eyes devouring the racks of clothes. Something long, white, lacy, and gorgeous caught my eye. Curious, I walked towards it, my eyes lighting up when I was that it was a dress. "Mine!" I said, grabbing it off of the hook and taking it into the dressing room.

I came back to the hotel five hours later, loaded with shopping bags. Hastily, I threw on the white, floor-length dress from Juicy Couture, applied some makeup, grabbed my purse, and headed out of the hotel, ready to see Phantom.

Chris POV

Something was wrong with Sara. She fainted a lot, and she was paler than usual. In short, I was worried about her. Surely she wasn't sick! The idea was ridiculous, but yet, in a weird way, I thought it might be true. And what was with the sudden, unexplained trip to New York? Mrs. Adams would be pissed when she found out.

I shook my head, scattering my thoughts. If only the summer was almost over. At least then I would have something to do. My cell rang, Guns N' Roses' 'Welcome to the Jungle' blaring from the speakers.

"Hello?"

"Oh my God! Chris, Phantom was amazing! I scored front row seats… My jaw was on the floor the entire time!"

"Sara! I'm so glad you had fun!"

"Yeah… You'll never guess who sat next to me!!" She gushed. I couldn't help smiling, and I knew she was doing the same.

"Who?"

"Ewan McGregor!"

"Are you sure? I thought he lived somewhere in London… Not the Big Apple."

"Chris! People can visit other places! He was so nice! He started talking to me during intermisson… It was the coolest thing!" She jabbered on about how awesome McGregor was, and I tuned her out, something akin to jealousy rising in me.

"… And he gave me his number!" She paused, and I jerked as her words registered.

"He… He gave you his number?" I choked out.

"Yes! I told him what our school play was, and he got really interested! He wanted to see it. Isn't that the coolest?!"

"Sure."

"You're jealous." She stated flatly.

"Am not." I lied.

"You are, it's so obvious." She hesitated, as if she was on the brink of telling me something. "Chris… Chris, I have…"

"You have what?"

She breathed in deeply, as if she was trying to calm herself.

"Sara?"

"Never mind. Forget I said anything."

"But you didn't-"

"I've got to go!" She hung up, and I wondered what she had been on the verge of telling me.

Sara POV:

I hung up the phone, hoping I had made the right decision in not telling. Before I could even begin to regret my decision, my phone rang. I answered without looking at who it was.

"Hello!"

"Seraphine Marie Higdon! What were you thinking, going off to New York without telling me! I had a practice scheduled for you and Christopher! And now you've up and left!" I sighed. Of course Mrs. Adams would call me at eleven o'clock PM to yell.

"Who told you?"

"That Alex girl did. Did I cast her?"

"Yes, she's Satie."

"She'll be the next Satine if you don't get yourself back to the school!"

"Ma'am, I bought tickets for a week. I'm thinking on extending it to two weeks. I need the rest and relaxation." Mrs. Adams snorted.

"Rest and relaxation in New York?"

"It's better than being in character twenty four/seven." I contradicted quietly. Jeesh, she was such a drama queen.

"As long as you're back by the beginning of the school year." She said, and hung up.

"Whatever you say, Mrs. Adams." I said.

~*~

Sara's Mom POV

Sara came back three weeks later than planned, loaded with shopping bags and memorabilia, and the happiest she'd been in weeks. I was happy for her, so I didn't lecture her too much on the amount of money she'd spent, stopping when she handed me three large shopping bags.

"These are all for you."

"Aw, honey, you didn't have to!" She grinned at me, and stiffened before collapsing. I caught her before she hit the ground, concern flooding me.

"Sara?" She didn't reply; instead, her back arched as she coughed, a sick, wet cough as if fluid was in her lungs. My concern grew when I saw the blood. "Oh my goodness! Sara!"

Her eyes fluttered open and understanding filled her eyes.

"Tell me everything." I demanded, using my robe to wipe the blood off of her pale face.

"OK, mom." Without hesitation, she told me what I had long suspected.

A/N: There you go! Now her mom knows! If it's a bit rushed, I'm sorry. The weather is a little wacky here, I'm not used to my new house, so I'm convinced someone is trying to break in and kill me since I'm all alone with my brother. Let's hope the neighbors are home! LOL. I'll update soon! Seriously, though, I swear I keep hearing someone knock on the door, unless its just my brother's PS3. I hope it is! Please review!