His sister's kisses were the sweetest he'd ever known. She could get him to do anything she wanted, not that they ever really argued that much. Being on the same wavelength constantly was part of why they were so close after all, and she very rarely even asked him for much. Well, not much that really mattered.<br/><br/>He pressed his painted lips together, feeling the lip plumper he'd heavily applied having done its job, but then focused again on the question in front of them. Memories of being picked up and thrown in the pool because Johnny had decided Sam wanted to try out for the girls swim team, having his ass slapped in front of the other football players as they all laughed, being called names making fun of him for being slender, smaller, gothic....it made his blood boil a little to think of.<br/><br/>But Clarissa was so happy....she wanted it so much, he could tell. And his sister always got what she wanted, if he had any say in it. "Fiiiine." He relented after a moment with a smile. "But there's no way he can keep up with us." He grinned. "Besides he'll probably freak out when he realizes it's me." The thought amused him. Maybe he'd get one last laugh after all.<br/><br/>That little heart to heart over, he resumed wiggling his hips as he faced away from Johnny. Not that his face would be anything the man would recognize, as heavily made up as it was, and identical to his sister's in most respects anyway, but he didn't want to look at the guy. "Is he coming over yet or do we have to go to him?"