"So miss Sam." Spencer said sitting on the couch with her. "What's all this about being sick?"
"I hate dances!"
"But Carly picked out a real nice dress and no one would know it would be you."
"It is a pretty dress but one, it's too long. I'd trip. Two, how would I get my curly hair to not be a dead giveaway? And three… I don't know how to dance."
Spencer thought how he could fix these problems in such little time.
"The dance is in a half hour. Carly and Freddie probably went to in-and out- burger to eat before hand…" he punched a number in his phone. "Socko, my man. Listen I need a few favors. Is Taylor around?"
"Yeah. What's up?" Socko replied the same time Sam asked, "Spencer, what are you doing?"
Spencer ignored her for the moment and continued talking to Socko. "Well, you know my sister Carly and her friend Sam have a dance to go to tonight. Carly just left and Sam was going to stay because of the defaults of her dress. Would your brother Taylor be able to fix it in a matter of minutes?"
"I think so as long as there aren't any major defects he'd be able to, I think so." Socko replied.
"Great be here in 5 minutes?"
"No problem. Oh and do you have a sewing machine or does Taylor have to bring his."
"Um I think we have one in the closet but I don't think we have thread."
"Okay, I'll let him know."
"Thanks man." Spencer began to look for it as Sam asked him what in the world he was doing.
"Sam your going. End of discussion."
How dare Spencer be so rude and force sam into going to this dreadful Halloween Masked Ball. (I dont think i said halloween before but it comes up in 2 months so why not. USE YOUR IMAGINATION PEOPLE. lol) No i'm not always rude. and if i am, i'm only joking. R&R would be helpful.
-Simmz
