"Oh wow Bianca," Roger laughed as Bianca strutted around like a model in a dress that admittedly made her look like one, "Save it for the catwalk." She turned and stuck her tongue out childishly.

"I think it looks good," Cindy said, coming out of her own fitting room in a beautiful red dress. The mall was pretty much empty, given it was a Wednesday, and we could spend the time just doing whatever.

"Oh thanks, Cindy," Bianca smiled. I have yet to figure out how they became friends so fast, but they were becoming really good friends. "You look great too."

"You think?" She asked, twirling.

"Absolutely."

"I think I might buy it," she said mostly to herself, checking her reflection in the mirror.

"You should," Bianca nodded, "It looks fantastic on you."

"Alright, are you girls done?" Roger asked, "I want to get food."

Bianca rolled her eyes. "If there's one thing you think of more than sex," she growled, "It's food."

"What's your point?" Roger asked, causing Bianca's set scowl to break with a smile and Cindy and I to start laughing.

"Apparently I have none."

"So why do you keep talking?"

"Because I know eventually you'll run out of comebacks."

"I don't foresee that happening any time soon."

"Behave you two," I said playfully.

"But that's no fun," the siblings whined in unison.

"You know Bianca," Roger said, changing the subject, "You're supposed to be in school."

"I graduated a year early," she shrugged, "I thought you knew that."

"Ehh, I tune out most of what you say."

"I know you do."

"Alright," I said decisively, "Do you girls want to change back into your regular clothes and buy whatever it is you're going to buy? I'm hungry too." The girls nodded (in Bianca's case, that was a reluctant nod) and went back to their fitting rooms to change back. When they were done, Bianca put her dress back on the rack while Cindy paid for hers. Then, the four of us went to the food court.

We sat at a table with our food in silence. It felt a little bit awkward, and it didn't help that I was blushing every five minutes because Roger was running his hand up my thigh. Every time I did, Bianca and Cindy looked at each other and giggled, which added to the embarrassment and fueled Roger to do it more often. After awhile, I stood up. "I'll be right back," I muttered, "Roger?"

He nodded and followed me to the bathroom, where I turned and glared at him. "What the hell are you doing to me?" I asked.

"What do you mean?" he asked back.

"I mean rubbing me and trying to embarrass me as much as possible."

He laughed. "Mark, honey, it's not that I'm trying to embarrass you. I just can't help myself. And-"

"-And what?" I cut him off, "You like to see me blush?"

"Actually, yes," he nodded, "I think you're beautiful when you blush." He pulled me close and kissed me softly. It made my heart skip a beat that he was as gently as he was. He pulled away and stared strait into my eyes. "I love that look," he smiled. I couldn't help but return the smile.

"That's great to hear, Rog."

"Are you happy now?"

"Yeah, I really am."

"Okay, let's go back to the girls."

I nodded and let him lead me back to the table, where Cindy smiled smugly at me as we sat down.

"Have fun?" she asked, laughing.

"Not the kind of fun you're thinking of," I shook my head. She shrugged and we all continued to eat. A few minutes later, Roger and I looked up at each other. He laughed.

"Ummm… Mark?"

"What?"

"You've got some shit in your teeth."

"Oh really?" I jumped and dug a nail between my teeth. Roger laughed again.

"Honey, I've got it," he brushed my hand away and held the back of my neck, pulling me closer until his lips touched mine. I felt his lips curl into a smile and he ran his tongue along my bottom lip. I automatically opened my mouth and let his tongue roam my mouth for… I lost track of the time."

"FAGS!" Someone yelling at us pulled us apart. We rolled our eyes and looked around for the source of the yelling.

"Ugh," Bianca growled, "That's Rachel Nevra. Doesn't surprise me she's skipping class today."

"Not friends with her, I'm guessing?" I asked, smiling.

"Not especially. One second." She got up and walked towards Rachel. All I saw was a lot of flailing arms and hand gestures, but no sound audible from where we were sitting. At one point, I thought Bianca might hit the girl. But she didn't, and it was kind of disappointed. After a lot of arguing, Bianca rejoined us at the table. "You're welcome," she said to Roger, "It took me all my willpower not to hit that girl."

"Well, thank you for not causing a scene."

"You see? Was that so hard to say?"

"Actually, kinda."

"Shut up, Roger."

"Never."

"Fine then," she threw her hands up, "There is no reasoning with you."

"But you love me anyway."

"That's debatable." Everyone laughed. I had to wonder where Roger and Bianca got their sense of humor, as it couldn't have been from their parents.