He looked his mother over for a moment,<em>"well well, all the boys will be jealous of me. A beautiful lady for each arm, and I get to take both of them home with me. That's what all the high school boys want right, an older woman with experience and a beautiful young high school girl for the innocence."</em><br/><br/>It was a game, for him, and he played it so very well. Now his piece was the happy, playful son, and of course he gets extra points for flattery. No doubt he enjoyed the game, but it wasn't really him... Well, at least he didn't think it was him. Who could say for sure, he was so many people. He wondered if maybe he was this person, playing verbal games with his family... Or maybe the words were more true to him... No. What would make him think that?<br/><br/>He smiled at his mother, and couldn't help but linger on the thoughts. His hand still clasped in his sisters, he suddenly realized where his mind was wandering. He stopped himself cold, and Becky might even notice his temperature rise for a moment from his embarrassment. This time he kept it off his face and remained stoic in front of his mother,<em>"music and dinner sounds great. Dinner's on me, I can cheat a little and take it out of my school grant money, so don't argue. Anyway, it's bad form for a guy not to pay for his dates' dinner."</em><br/><br/>He chuckled, almost nervously... Then looked to his sister,<em>"what do you want for dinner? Nothing too expensive, I'm going to need money for text books..."</em>He squeezed her hand lightly in place of a grin.