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Passenger Seat Sister By Jena Corso Edited By Angela Meyers Chapter Seven Unfortunately even walking slow it was just a five minute walk, and when they got there, Craig never had expected all of Lucas's buddies to still be in the same spot. He was suddenly the only girl surrounded by twenty guys all dressed as some form of superheroe, being stared at by a few of his unsuspecting teammates and a number of their nerdy friends. "Guys, this is Ariana?" said Lucas, showing him off like heds won the lotto. "Ariana this is...." As he ripped through the names, the blank look on his face told the story as he could only focus on not freaking out. He knew he must have known even more than just the few guys from baseball, but it was tough to be sure with most of them in headpieces or at least half masks. When the introductions were done, there was an awkward silence for a minute before Craig lifted his hand and smiled. "Hi," said Craig with a delicate wave as everyone gave some form of acknowledgement before not caring or staring uncomfortably. "Nice to meet everyone." When the gestures ended, the novelty of the pretty girl stuck with all the geeks soon wore off, as they returned to sports talk and nerdy conversations. He was thrust into a few conversations he didn't care to be in before leaning in against Lucas, trying to give him the hint to pull them away. He tried making like he was interested before checking his phone and then a boy from his team tapped his arm, wanting to speak to him. "Oh hi," said a boy dressed as Robin. "I'm Chris, but I'm thinking you know that." "Uuumm should I?" gulped Craig, knowing him as the team's best pitcher. "Oh well, I figured Lucas would tell you about his best friend, but I guess not," said Chris. "Uuumm sorry? Too many names to remember," said Craig, feeling his stomach drop, extending his hand. "But hi." "Thanks dude?" said Chris, making a face at Lucas. "So can I ask you something about baseball?" "Sure?" said Craig. "I'll try my best to answer." "Oh no, not trivia or shit," said Chris. "I just wanted to ask if we could borrow your bat for a minute." "Oh?" said Craig, perking up and handing it over. "Sure." "Cool," said Chris, taking it. "Let's go guys. Crap Apple Home Run Derby." They were suddenly taking turns as Chris began pitching in apples and they were swatting them over the fence out into the orchard. They were screaming and yelling, egging each other on as all these geeks in costumes were trying to outdo one another. The first game had DC against Marvel, and then Batman against Robin. Villains against good guys and Capitan America against Iron Man. Within five minutes, almost the entire bushel of apples was gone until finally it was Lucas's turn again and he paused before his friend tossed in the pitch. "Wait," said Lucas, putting up his hand. "Let's see what you got, Ariana. Your sister said you play baseball and you're good." "Oh, but not like you guys," said Craig. "Good for a girl maybe?" "Cool, so let's see what you got and it's your bat," said Lucas, going over and rubbing his back. "Come on, take a few swings and you're probably better than half these losers." "Uumm don't think so," said Craig, not wanting to do it. "You guys just have fun with my bat until my sister gets here." "Come on," teased Lucas, handing him the bat. "Or I'll carry you out there and leave you in the middle of all those creepy clowns." "Oh gawwddd. Go ahead," gulped Craig, getting into his batting stance as the pitch came in and then he swung and missed. "Happy now?" "Nice swing, Ariana! But try without dropping your hands this time," said Chris before pitching it in again. "Ready." "Sorry," Craig said as he hit the next apple almost right into his groin. Everyone was hysterically laughing, as was Chris as he jumped out of the way, taking it off the thigh. "One more, sexy slugger," said Lucas, getting behind him and putting his hands on Craig's from behind. "Your swing is good for a girl's, but if you let me help you, I can definitely fix that stepping the bucket problem." As the next pitch came in, they swung together as the apple sailed over the fence but sliced right towards the barn. "Oucchhh," yelped Lucas, as Craig stepped on his foot. "Those things are pointy as hell." "Sorry," Craig began to say before they heard the sound of glass shattering and then everyone scattered as it had gone through the window of the barn behind the hay stacks. "Oh gawwddd!" "Oh gawwdd is right! I think there's a hole in my foot, and come on," said Lucas, taking Craig by the hand as they hurried away from the scene of the crime and then behind the rows of bails. They were quiet for a few minutes, looking to see if anyone came but no one ever did. He checked his phone, on the lookout for his sister's message as fifteen minutes had gone by, but even when she said she'd be on time she really never was. He put his phone away and closed his pocketbook, figuring he'd check again soon but as soon as he snapped it shut, the noise of hay ruffling from just around a turn seemed unsettling. "Ssssssshh! Crap," said Lucas, putting his finger over Craig's lips and pulling him by the hand. "Hopefully that's no one about the window." Gingerly they peeked around the hay pales into the next row and into a quiet corner as Lucas covered his mouth, stunned. "What the?" Lucas was confused. "Huuh." Craig was trying to stay quiet. "Is that the Joker blowing Batman?" Lucas asked, staring now, watching the Joker's head bop up and down. "Oh gawwdddd," gulped Craig, pulling him away. "Please let's not watch that?" "I know! There were a lot dudes as batman tonight, but I didn't even notice a Joker hanging out with us, so hopefully I do not know them," said Lucas as they moved away from it, down two rows. "Plus what do I know, I couldn't stop looking at you." "Then look at me and wipe it from your mind," said Craig, pulling him by the hand and straightening his face, looking at him. "Well that won't be hard," said Lucas, touching his face. "You're so beautiful, Ariana. I could look at you forever." Lucas's eyes looked glassy as he leaned in, rubbing his nose under Craig's chin and then softly kissing his neck. It felt tender yet electrifying as the first kiss morphed into a second, as Lucas lifted his pigtail with his cheek and Craig spun away ever so slightly, not ready to kiss him back. If he didn't, it would be impossible to keep him from pressing down on his lips, as he knew that would be the next move as Lucas's hand slid across his stomach. He turned his back a bit further, trying to hold back his own desire to return the kiss, petrified yet enthralled with the tingle through his bones. He tried just not making eye contact for a moment to gather himself and be sure of what he wanted next, yet what Lucas wanted would be crystal clear. He gasped as Lucas kissed lower on his neck now, dropping Harley's bat, trying to control his emotions, oddly wanting to grab instead the one that poked at him. It was all he could do to keep his hands off it, knowing he should stop Lucas's lips but could not resist, as it felt incredible. He hissed as goosebumps erupted uncontrollably now and then when Lucas's hands were so tenderly squeezing his ass. He reached behind, putting his fingers inside his and pushing him off him with his shoulder. "Wait, please." Craig spun around, softly touching his face. "You sure you want to do this?" "Do what?" said Lucas confused, leaning in and rubbing his nose against Craig's. "I'm sorry if I got a little rough, but I'm not trying to do anything to scare you. I've been thinking about this moment since I first saw you, and all I want to do is kiss you?" "Oh gawwdd! You sure?" asked Craig, feeling his breath inches from his mouth. "Even if I'm not the girl you think I am in this costume, because I never thought I'd feel like this when I came out here tonight?" "Oh I think you're so much more, Ariana," said Lucas, dying to kiss him. "Guys would kill to be here with you." "Or maybe when they really get to know me, want to kill me?" said Craig, moving back a few inches and feeling his palms get sweaty. "Never," said Lucas, stepping back towards him. "Wait," said Craig, halting him. "I want you to know I really want to kiss you so so much too, but I need to ask you something first? Is this your first kiss?" "Well .... Uuummmm no," said Lucas, almost stuttering and then looking Craig in the eyes. "I mean yes." "Mine too," said Craig, trying to hold in his emotions, biting his lip. "Then I'm sorry! Really sorry. We can't do this." "Sorry?" said Lucas, grabbing his hand. "Why would you be sorry? Let's make it amazing. Like we both dreamed about." "You sure?" Craig was almost shivering. "Because I want that too, and I think I really really like you?" "You know I do too," said Lucas, leaning in with his lips all puckered up. "Then I need you to know something first, and then I'll kiss you like you've never been kissed," said Craig, sucking in his breath and turning as Lucas's kiss missed his lips, landing on his cheek. "I promise! Ok?" "Oh? Ok?" said Lucas, a little miffed by the miss and staying close. "But its fine and I just told you I never have kissed anyone either." "I know?" said Craig, kissing his cheek and then moving back half a step and taking a breath before breaking eye contact, looking down and opening his pocketbook, taking out his phone. "But I want you to see this first. That's me?" "You don't need to prove to me that you really do play baseball," smiled Lucas, looking at the picture. "Wow you look so sexy in that. Could I have that to add to my Ariana collection?" "I guess, but you see it every weekend," said Craig, softly touching his arm. "Don't you recognize the uniform?" "Wait, is that my team uniform?" asked Lucas surprised. "Who's jersey are you wearing? You're dating someone else on the team?" "Not exactly, and you know that kid at the end of the bench you never talk to?" said Craig, giving him a soft tap. "You're dating him?" gulped Craig. "That's why you won't kiss me?" "Ahhhh?" said Craig, making a face. "No." "Oh good," said Lucas relieved. "So not anymore then right?" "If I had them, I'm lend you my glasses," smiled Craig. "That's Craig in case you ever decide to walk down there and talk to the kid that sucks. So you're not seeing the resemblance?" "Wait, so he's your brother and you're twins?" asked Lucas, looking again. "Ah no," giggled Craig, pulling down his phone and tossing it back in his handbag. "I am Craig just so you know?" "Holy shit?" said Lucas, smacking his head and then laughing. "How could a girl this pretty fake us out! I had no idea we had a girl on our team pretending to be like one of the boys. That's so hot!" "Really?" said Craig. "Oh yeah, hot chicks that are jocks," nodded Lucas. "Just that makes me want to kiss you more, and now I know why you swing like that? No offense?" "You know I'm not sure if I should be insulted or flattered, but I appreciate being called a jock even in this outfit?" giggled Craig, wrapping his wrists around Lucas's neck. "But now that I got that off my chest, I kind of want to kiss you more too. And just so we're clear in the dugout, I wasn't pretending." "Wait, you're not saying?" said Lucas just as Craig puckered up. "That you're Craig?" "Well not when I'm dressed in a costume like this," said Craig, leaning in. "And the way you've made me feel tonight, then maybe I just used to be?" Craig closed his eyes, leaning in now to initiate the soft kiss and then just as their lips were about to touch, he popped his eyes open, feeling himself kissing air. "You're shitting me," Lucas moved away stunned and quivering in anger. "You're telling me I almost kissed a boy." "Uuummm no," said Craig as his eyes got glassy. "But....but..... yeah." Lucas tensed up, staring almost right through Craig as his eyes buleged and then his quivers became a violent shaking. He was unable to control the sickened sensations that shot through his veins and convulsed forward hurling chunks. "Oh shit," screamed Craig, jumping back as the sea of vomit flew right towards him. "I'm so sorry!" "You're sorry!" Lucas was bent over, spitting out whatever was left and then suddenly yelling really loud. "That's what you have to say! You're fucking sorry!" "Grosssssss!" grumbled Craig as he just stood there, wanting to puke now as well. "Holy shit, you asshole," spit Lucas, staring at the ground with his hands on his thighs. "I should fucking...!" "Calm down," yelled Tara, rushing in. "Both of you! You ok, sis?" "Eeewwwwww," said Craig, not sure where to step as it was everywhere. "Calm down?" Lucas was almost hyperventilating. "That's you in there Tara! You hooked me up with a boy!" "No, you pursued her and just calm down so I can help clean you up," said Tara, touching his shoulder. "I guess she told you?" "Told me!" yelled Lucas, wiping his mouth with his sleeve. "I.... Well almost.... Well? What the fuck!" "So you're saying you don't want to kiss me anymore?" joked Craig, softly touching his back. "Are you fucking nuts!" screamed Lucas, standing up straight up now, regaining his composure and sticking his finger in Craig face and then pushing him back. "Kiss you? I want to kick your ass!" "Relax," said Craig trying to stay calm as he stumbled back. "I was just trying to lighten the mood." "Don't you dare touch her," said Tara, stepping between them. "And if I do, what are you going to do about it?" said Lucas, shoving Tara. "Oh you did not?" yelled Tara, pushing him back. As he took one step back from the shove, he stepped on Harley's bat that had been dropped during their initial passion, and as it rolled under his feet he went plummeting back. As he landed on his buttocks and back, the squishing sound that followed sent both Craig's and Tara's hands over their mouths. They jumped as it splatted towards them and then both almost couldn't believe what just happened right in front of their eyes. "Eeeeewwwww," squealed both of them, grossed out as Craig turned, coughing as Tara need to suck in the late night air not to faint. "Oh gawwwddd no," moaned Lucas, more embarrassed than he was hurt. "Please help me up! Please!" "Don't you dare touch me!" sighed Craig, stopping his feet and jumping back as Lucas reached up for help. "I think it's freaking on me and I'm going to hurl." "Do not throw up on me," yelled Lucas, covering his face as he was afraid it would be hurling his way on the ground. "Ariana, it's just on your left shoe, and don't you move a muscle, lover boy," said Tara, touching his arm, calming down Craig before taking her right foot, placing her heel on the ground between Lucas's legs and pressing down with the front of her foot on his crotch. "Now I'll handle him so you go to the ladies room and just wipe down your boot. It's no big deal, and they're leather so it'll rinse right off. If there's a line, just say excuse me and go right to the sink. Clean it, wash your hands and I'll meet you by the ladies room. Stay there." "Ok," said Craig, scurrying off with his wrists up like the girliest girl, grossed out. "Ewwww!" "Tara, please," said Lucas, reaching up his hand. "This was all a misunderstanding, right? Now just help me." "I'd say it certainly was," said Tara, reaching down towards Lucas but instead of taking his hand grabbing the bat and applying some pressure with her foot. "And trust me I am." "Ouucchhh!" screamed Lucas. "What are you doing?" "Making a point," said Tara, taking the bat and pressing the end against her forehead. "You see, none of this ever happened tonight. Is that clear?" "Are you crazy?" yelled Lucas. "Everyone saw us. When people find out, our lives will be ruined." "Stop being a pussy," said Tara, pressing down her foot. "The only thing people will find out is that you disappeared with a hot chick. They'll be envious and think you made out. Now that's the story, and when you two get back in that dugout together, if my brother decides he wants to play again with you assholes it'll be like none of this ever happened. Got it!" "Sure," Lucas replied. "Whatever you say." "Good, because if you out my brother or say anything to anyone that could cause Craig or Ariana even the smallest little issue," Tara pressed harder between his legs. "Then you'll end up with much less than she's unfortunately got between hers at the moment. You got me." "I got you," whined Lucas as she lifted away her foot and the bat. "Good boy," said Tara, backing away. "And it's a shame you reacted so badly, because whatever it is that actually happened with that kiss could have been special? You two were cute together, and I know you really liked her. Now get up, maybe get that cape off and we'll figure out how to clean you up." "Not as special as you deep throating batman like a pro, and gross as this is, I don't need your help," said Lucas, pushing himself up to a sitting position, grossed out by the sound of the vomit squishing on his back. "Maybe spend your time teaching your sister how to do that and we'll welcome her back to the team instead of Craig. Since she is going to suck anyway, at least I can take her behind the dugout and I promise I won't blow chunks on the back of her head while she sucks on what I'm sure she's dying to anyway." "So cute, but so stupid," said Tara, rolling her eyes as Lucas got to his feet, quickly swinging the bat with one hand, wiping his legs out from under him. He screamed like a little girl, now landing face first in his own puke and then he felt the bat behind his neck. "I suggest you count your lucky stars and kiss the ground that my batman boyfriend had to go back to work." Tara pressed at his neck. "Otherwise we'd be watching Superboy finish off what I didn't get to, now did you forget what I told you before or does my foot have to remind your balls about that." "I got it! I'm counting my lucky stars! I'm kissing the ground," moaned Lucas with his face in puke, shaking. "I'm sorry. Boy, girl or whatever. Craig will be welcome. Ariana will be welcome! I'm stupid! So stupid!" "Good, then kiss it." Tara pushed his face into the puke. "You know, the ground, and swallow one of those lucky star chunks. Now do it right fucking now before I smash in your face!" "Eeeeewwww," gulped Lucas, scared and gulped down one of his own chunks and then convulsing, puking it right out. It was all over his face and hair as Tara pulled back the bat, allowing him to roll over. "So I'll expect flowers on our doorstep for Ariana when she gets up tomorrow, and a text within one hour, apologizing," said Tara. "You'll tell her how much you still like her, tell her you can't wait to see her at baseball regardless of who shows up, and ask her out again. Don't worry, I will not allow her to say yes to any date or ever talk to you again, but believe me, miss on any one of these things and trust me this video of you begging me or eating chunks will go viral quicker than how long that short kiss would have lasted that you stupidly seemed to pass up on." She turned her back, leaving him covered in his own puke and headed over to check on Craig. He was just coming out of bathroom refreshed as she got there, and immediately she put her arm around him, heading to the exit. They hurried out, trying to avoid any conversation and quickly they were at the car. "You ok?" asked Tara the second they got in the car, hugging. "Yeah," nodded Craig as some tears flowed down his cheeks, but he wiped them away, breathing in before breaking down a little. "Oh honey," said Tara, leaning over and hugging him tighter now for a second. "No, don't," said Craig, pushing her back, softly wiping his eyes again. "Please just drive." "Sure," nodded Tara, putting the car in drive but not pulling out. "But I just want to make sure you're ok?" "I will be?" said Craig, sucking in some mucus and putting out his hands, breathing. "I just want to go home." "Ok, and I know you will," said Tara, reaching over and grabbing his hand as they drove. "Yeah?" sighed Craig, staring out the window. It was quiet for a few minutes as his mind wandered, staring only at the sights of headlights of oncoming traffic on the other side of the road until he fully composed himself. "You didn't hurt him, did you?" said Craig, still looking out the window. "Me?" smirked Tara. "I couldn't hurt a fly." "Wow, now that's almost bigger lie than even your brother pretending to be girl in a dress," joked Craig. "And did you forget I left you there hovering over him with a baseball bat." "My brother wears dresses?" laughed Tara. "He used to," nodded Craig. "But I'm thinking he won't be again." "Really? Because I've seen him in costumes," said Tara, reaching over and rubbing his arm. "Dresses not so much?" "You know what I mean, Tara," replied Craig depressed. "After tonight, I think I might be done with this?" "I'm sorry I pushed you so hard," said Tara. "I just thought I was helping you experience some things I thought you wanted to but were just afraid to try. I just remembered how hard it was even for me to get past some stuff that is scary when you're thirteen, and now add to that you're learning what's it's like as a girl. Damn, I can only imagine how confusing everything must be." "You're telling me?" laughed Craig. "My head is still spinning." "I bet," said Tara. "And don't worry, so is his." "Tara, you told me you didn't hurt him!" said Craig getting upset. "Jeez! How can you still be so sweet?" giggled Tara. "I didn't, but I would have if he would have harmed a hair on your head." "But he didn't," said Craig. "So I hope you didn't take it too far?" "You sure?" joked Tara. "Have you seen your hair lately?" "Shut up," laughed Craig, folding down the visor, looking at himself and stretching a few strands. "My curls did flop pretty good though, didn't they?" "Just like I told you," said Tara. "But they still look pretty." "Well it was fun while it lasted," said Craig, playing with one of his pigtails and folding up the visor. "But I'm glad we're home, because i need to get in the shower and get all this off me now ok?" "Sure," said Tara, parking the car. "A good shower always helps me feel better too." Into the house they went as Craig raced upstairs, happy to be out of his costume with his sister's help and into the shower. He scrubbed his face over and over, wiping off all his makeup and then followed his sister's instructions to get the paint from his hair. It was a wonderful, refreshing feeling to have the warm water soothe a bit of his achiness, yet looking down watching the soapy bubbles wash down the drain across red toenails would still remind him of his night and not everything could just be washed away. As he came out of the shower, his sister was waiting as she handed him a pair of her pajamas. He took them, enjoying the feel of the soft silk pink pants but his aches were more in his heart than they were physical, as he handed them back, letting out a breath. "Tara, not that I don't appreciate everything or don't really want to wear these," said Craig, softly touching her wrist. "Remember what I said in the car?" "Well, I kind of don't, except you were unhappy your curls flopped?" joked his sister, looking into his eyes. "Because really without me making a lot of assumptions, you didn't actually say that much?" "I guess I didn't," said Craig. "But you know what I'm talking about?" "Do I?" Tara asked. "Yeah," said Craig. "That I'm going to bed in my own clothes, and I'm thinking I need a break from all this." "Sure, I understand," nodded Tara. "And I'm always here for Ariana if she needs me and we can talk anytime just so you know." "I know," said Craig, turning and walking towards his own room. "But I think she needs to sort some things out in her own head first, ok?" "Well, she's got until Halloween, because I'm taking my little sister trick or treating whether she likes it or not," said Tara, standing in her doorway. "I mean I've been waiting years to have a little sister to do that with, and I'm not missing out again while she still fits in some of the most adorable little costumes that she might not by next year." "Stop, Tara," smiled Craig, turning around. "I can't even think about things like that now." "Who says you have to?" said his sister. "I'm not giving you a choice. You have a half day of school that day and I have to think about my excuse to come home early, dress you and curl your hair. I mean seriously it's not just about you! You know?" "It isn't?" laughed Craig. "Huh?" "No," smiled Tara. "You think I want to deal with all that without us having much time to make sure everything is perfect? I figured we could deal with experimenting with some curls and a few dresses that really aren't costumes tomorrow, but if that's not where your head is at, then we'll just have to wait until Halloween and pray we nail the look." "Give me the pjs," said Craig, walking over to her and taking the pajamas. "I'm exhausted, and even if I wanted to argue with you, I could never win anyway? Could I?" "Well you can try while I brush out your hair," said his sister, following him into her room. "But I'd rather we just talk, because my little sister is already a big winner in my book." "Not tonight she wasn't," said Craig, turning his back and stepping into the red cotton panties with a tiny bow in the front of them. "Of course she was, even if some stupid boy didn't see it at the end," replied Tara as he turned around, stepping into his pj pants. "Believe me, every freaking guy there was hot for you and so was he?" "Until he puked on me," laughed Craig, pulling on the shirt. "And did you not almost do the same thing the night before to Glen," said Tara, stepping in and helping him with his buttons. "You forgot that already?" "Jeeezzzz?" thought Craig as she buttoned him up. "I didn't, but I did?" "Exactly," said Tara, lifting a brush to his hair. "Boys have short memories, but girls remember everything." "Then which am I?" said Craig, a little dismayed as she flipped over some of his wet hair, brushing the back. "Because I kind of forgot, but I didn't?" "Well that's not for me to decide, but we're working on that, right?" said Tara, flipping around his hair, brushing. "Yeah?" Craig said as she finished putting down her brush and he spun around, initiating a hug. "Love you." "Love you, too." Tara hugged him. "So we'll talk more in the morning then, ok?" "I guess? And that's it?" said Craig looking at her. "I mean I put on the pjs but no fancy braid or cutesy pigtails for your little sister for bed?" "Well I wasn't done," Tara got up and walked over to her vanity. "So how tired are you exactly?" "Pretty tired?" gulped Craig seeing her take out this big case. "But I guess I can stay up a little longer?" "Long enough to wake up with a head full of curls?" asked his sister, tossing this big case on the bed. "Seriously?" said Craig as his eyes grew large. "Sure! Why not?" said Tara as she opened it and he saw all the bright colors. "I promised I'd curl it up for you and this will save time in the morning. Figure if we set it now then it'll dry while you sleep, and some of the best hair days I've ever had in curls have been when they've been rolled up with my hair wet before bed. So you game or still need a break and I'll braid it quick?" "Oh my gawwddd," said Craig excited. "This sounds amazing! Please!" "Gee now that sounds like a girl! That was a quick change of heart!" teased Tara, filling her hand with mousse. "Let's hope your curls bounce back as resiliently as the rest of you." Tara filled his head in a heavy curl setting mousse before she took a comb, flipping most of his hair forward and then pinching in a few large clips. She combed through the bottom now before selecting a small section just behind his left ear and then separated it from the rest. He watched her take this long hook looking item from the case and then take out this long blue coil. Inside the coil slipped the long needle like device with the hook at the end, and then oddly it's shape went from corkscrew to straight. She took the device right up to his scalp now before giving the strands she sectioned off a little twist and then just that fast she hooked his hair near the root. It felt bizarre as she began pulling it down through the blue casing and then ever so quickly it was encased. When the hook made its way all the way through and came out the other side, a crazy blue spiral sprung up now attached to his head. It now again looked exactly shaped as it did in the case, as he now knew precisely the shape his hair would be set to look as and was completely in awe of the process as his sister created the next section. "I can't believe I'm going to have curls like that," said Craig, captivated. "Yup! A whole head of them," said his sister as she began doing the next one. "And I can't believe you almost kissed a boy?" "I was waiting for you to bring that up?" sighed Craig as she hooked the next section. "But I didn't." "Well I figured now was as good a time as any to talk," laughed his sister. "Girls spill their guts to their hairdressers, so why should you be any different. So you want to tell me about it?" "What's to tell," said Craig. "It didn't happen." "But you wanted it to?" asked Tara, releasing the next coil. "Well not at first, but then he made me feel amazing." Craig was thinking back as she sectioned the next one. "We laughed, we got close on rides, we held hands but then when it got really close.... I opened my big mouth." "And just so you know, normally when you do that?" teased Tara, hooking his hair and sliding on the curlformer. "You shut the fuck up and kiss instead of saying "Hey I'm a boy by the way. Now kiss me." "It did not exactly happen like that," smiled Craig as another sprung down. "But I did obviously ruin the mood." "Well that's an understatement, little sister," giggled Tara as she sectioned. "By why did you feel you needed to even tell him? I mean he was hot for Ariana, and he would have never have known." "I don't know," said Craig, tossing up his hands. "I think I just needed to get it off my chest. In a way I didn't want my first kiss to be a lie. I wanted it to be perfect." "Well your kiss may not have been perfect or even happened," said Tara as she lifted his hair, inspecting his neck as down sprung the next curlformer. "But I'm thinking this hickey you said nothing about is quite the perfection." "Oh gawwwddd," gulped Craig, jumping up and running over to her mirror. "Holy shit! I just thought he was kissing my neck." "Was it from behind?" Tara asked, getting up and coming over looking at it. "I think?" Craig was staring at it. "Does that make you feel it less?" "Well no, but sometimes you're distracted by something else poking at you that almost makes you numb to a little nibble," teased Tara, touching his shoulders. "That in your case became quite the love bite, and go sit down again." "You think you can hide that?" Craig was panicky. "With makeup, yes," replied his sister, touching it. "And it should be ok under your school collar, but unless you plan on wearing makeup for a week, I'd avoid the t-shirts for a while if I was you." "A week," moaned Craig, sickened as she walked back to the bed. "Holy shit! If I would have known, I would have just let him kiss me from the start." "Part of learning little sis, and handling boys," said Tara, tapping the bed. "You gotta control everything but let them think they do. Now stop messing with it, and let me finish your hair." "Ok," said Craig, seeing his pocketbook vibrating on her dresser as he walked back and then stopped, getting his phone from inside it. "Holy crap, it's Lucas. How did he even get my number?" "Well he kind of begged me for it, among other things," said Tara, tapping the bed again. "Now come sit down before the mousse sets." "He's apologizing," said Craig, stunned, sitting down and reading the message. "He wants to take me out again? Oh my gawwdddd!" "Of course he does," said Tara. "Regardless of what happened, you're the hottest girl he's ever met and sometimes idiots take time to figure shit out." "He's saying on a real date this time, and that I'm beautiful," said Craig, holding his chest as the next curlformer sprung. "And he's begging to see me again? What do I say?" "Nothing?" said Tara, hooking another section. "Don't you dare answer?" "Really?" said Craig. "Of course," said Tara sectioning again. "You give him the silent treatment and let him think you're pissed." "Well I was pissed," said Craig as up popped the next curlformer. "But in some ways, I wasn't?" "You weren't?" said Tara, yanking a section and brushing through it hard. "Ouucchhh," moaned Craig as she hooked it. "Well?" "Of course you were," Tara replied, pulling on the next one. "He barfed on your shoes and ran away like a princess." "Yeah I know," Craig said as she released the curlformer. "But that doesn't mean before that I didn't feel like one. I know it's crazy, but I'd still like to kiss him again?" "Wait?" said Tara, getting annoyed as she sectioned. "So did you kiss him or didn't you? I thought you didn't before he puked?" "I didn't," said Craig as the next one popped up. "I just meant I'd like to maybe try again. You know, to kiss him." "Forget it," said Tara, stooping his hair, reaching around and taking his phone away and turning it off before tossing it off the bed. "I'm not helping dress you to be with him. You can do better." "Hey," said Craig, annoyed she took his phone. "You're the one that pushed me to him?" "I know," said Tara, turning his head so she could work on his hair. "But there's lots of guys I can hook you up with that will treat you better. Hell, you're way too young to even be stuck with a boyfriend anyway." "I guess? And I'm still not even sure if I like guys!" said Craig, frustrated as she sectioned the next. "This is all too confusing, and how could I even manage a boyfriend? I'm still a boy that hasn't even kissed a girl yet? And how sad is that?" "Sorry," said Tara, working on the next spiral. "Don't worry! I can hook you up with some cute girls too." "Then why haven't you?" asked Craig, getting mad as she sectioned again. "It's not like we haven't lived our whole lives together in the same house before?" "I was too busy being a shitty sister, and I'm sorry about that," said Tara, slowly pulling through the hook. "Judging you? Afraid to ask what was happening when I knew you were in my stuff. Really, I just didn't want to deal with it or be bothered, but I'm trying to make up for it now." "Oh," replied Craig, as it sprung off his cheek. "So helping me is about your guilt." "Yup," said Tara, taking out a big clip on top and brushing. "I suck at many things, but I'm hoping you forgive me because I love you and I'm here for you now, little sister." "Yeah you do suck, but I still love you too," sighed Craig as she tossed some of the hair in his face. "And boys do think you're hot too, so whether I date a guy or a girl, I do want to learn from you." "Of course," said Tara, hooking a section. "I'll teach you anything and everything I can." "Ok, then what's it like?" Craig asked as up sprung a curlformer. "You know with a special guy." "Amazing?" sighed Tara. "No, but what does it feel like?" said Craig, curious as she released another. "Well, depends on the guys," Tara replied, combing and sectioning as she daydreamed a little. "Sometimes it can be so soft and so wet. I love that." "Really?" said Craig, listening intently as back sprang another. "Wow I thought that wouldn't be as good?" "Well sometimes, but depends," said Tara, sectioning and brushing again. "Sometimes a little rough and deep can be the best. It really just depends on the guy, and if I'm in the mood to really get into it with my tongue. I like variety if you really want to know." "You mean like with Johnny tonight?" asked Craig, smiling as she released a curlformer. "You seemed to be really into him? What was it like with him?" "Ask me after I date him again," laughed Tara. "Because some little screams interrupted our conversations." "Well from what I saw, it wasn't any conversations we interrupted?" giggled Craig as up popped another. "What did you see?" Tara asked, brushing and sectioning. "More than we should have, and it was an accident?" said Craig as she released another. "But then I pulled Lucas away so you could have your privacy and we could have ours." "I thought you were just asking me about kissing?" Tara said nervously. "Sure," nodded Craig. "Let's just say I was." "You're thirteen, and please don't tell me you had that on your mind with that boy?" Tara asked, holding a section. "Honestly no but I think he did," said Craig as she released another curlformer. "I guess all guys do once they get... you know down there, but I promise I'm going to talk to you way.. way..way before I'm ready to do anything like that." "Please and get up now before I'm the one that vomits this time," said Tara, climbing off the bed, taking his hand. "And thank gaaawwddd your hair is done?" "Done?" Craig wiggled his head, feeling them all waver. "Done, like set," said Tara, holding her chest and composing herself. "And let's start with kissing first, and being a teenager and going to high school and even a nasty bitch! Ok?" "Sounds good," said Craig, standing up as she grabbed his hand. "But after all that you started doing that to boys exactly when? And where are we going now?" "When my female hormones went nuts, and not until at least seventeen if you must know," said Tara, leading him into her mother's room. "So when yours do, we can talk about this again but in the meantime you'll spend ten minutes under mom's dryer while I get ready for bed. Deal?" "Really?" asked Craig, surprised as she was pulling it out of the closet, unlatching the hood. "Really, and sit there?" said Tara, popping it up and plugging it in next to her mother's vanity chair. "A few minutes will help, but they'll dry overnight easily anyway. Now think about what I just said and I'll be back shortly." "Deal," laughed Craig as the warm air came on. He was now sitting under his mother's portable bonnet dryer as he'd seen her and his sisters doing many times in her room. Ten minutes felt like five seconds as he loved the experience, until his sister came back in, turning it off. "Now go get in my bed since I assume I'm having a sleep over on our last night?" said his sister putting it away. "Of course we are," nodded Craig standing up enjoying looking at all the colorful Curlformers wavering on his head in his mother's dresser mirror as he moved his neck. "And don't worry I'm good with everything we talked about." "I hope so," said his sister, still a bit disgusted. "I promise, and who needs boys anyway," said Craig, running in and hopping in her bed. "I'm happy just having my hair curled, being the little sister for now." "Damn right you are, with the amount of curls you'll have on your head tomorrow," laughed Tara, getting into bed with him and moving his plastic Curlformers so he could lie back on as few of them as possible. "Now lie on your back with the Curlformers spread out, because the less curls you flatten the less I have to fix. Good night, sis." His sister watched over him like a hawk, softly touching his face until he was out like a light. They were cuddled in together like they had done this all their life, finally enjoying some rest and relaxation. When she shook him awake Sunday morning, he just peeked open his eyes without barely moving as she looked down at him. "Wake up beauty queen, or we gonna start the five more minutes stuff," teased Tara. "Did I move a lot?" asked Craig, staring up at her. "Move?" said Tara. "Not really. You're still on your side of the bed. Why?" "Ok good, and I'm tired but I'm getting up," said Craig, sitting straight up like he was doing a sit up. "You might need that time to help me if I squished my curls." "Well someone's waking up in the right frame of mind today," laughed Tara. "Go brush your teeth and then come down stairs, because I've got something to show you that should put you in an even better mood." He ran in brushing his teeth, loving the look of the Curlformers covering his head, yet anxious to get them off and see the result. When he spit out his tooth paste, he sprinted down the stairs and into the kitchen, seeing a vase of flowers on the table as his sister handed him the little card. "For Ariana," said Tara. "You're shitting me?" gulped Craig, opening it and reading the card out loud. "To the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. Can't wait to see you again." "They're pretty," nodded Tara. "You like them?" "I guess," said Craig. "This is crazy. Now he knows where we live too!" "He texted me like five times this morning that you weren't getting back to him, so when he told me why, I had to tell him," said Tara, turning a bottle upside, dowsing some cotton balls. "It's sweet." "But what if he rings the doorbell asking for Ariana," said Craig as she began wiping off his nail polish. "Then what?" "He lives nowhere near here," said Tara, wiping away. "I wouldn't worry about it." "I have to worry about it," said Craig, a bit panicked. "Let me go get my phone, but then what do I say." "Here, after he texted me like a nut, I read your messages," said his sister, sliding over his phone. "Read them but don't answer him." "Seriously?" said Craig, concerned even more now, using his free hand while she worked on the other hand. "Nothing?" "Not a damn thing," said his sister. "Let him sweat." "It's me that's sweating," replied Craig, worried. "Let me at least say thank you and help me make up some bullshit please." "Nope! You say nothing," said his sister, taking out a jar of nail polish. "So you like this color for today, or did you want to go brighter?" "You know I go with whatever you think on all that," said Craig, unable to focus on any nail color. "But let me just text him back and put this to rest." "Nope, you'll only make it worse," said Tara, painting his thumb nail. "He's a jerk and treated you like shit. You're having nothing to do with him." "Ten seconds ago you said he was sweet?" said Craig. "No, I said it was sweet," said Tara, painting his nails. "The gesture, sis." "But you gave him our address," replied Craig, shaking. "Stop, or your nails will be a mess," said Tara, squeezing his hand before resuming painting. "I had to, and it's over! Forget it." "That's easy for you to say," said Craig, freaking a little. "You can get flowers! You can have dates." "So can you, and I'll help you, but not with assholes," said Tara, calmly painting. "Now relax, mom will think they're for me anyway, and then you can still appreciate that you got them when you see them on the table." "I should have stuck with my first instinct, that I was done with this last night," sighed Craig. "It is so much easier to just be a boy." "Definitely today it would have been, because on Sunday mornings we have housework to do," said Tara, screwing closed the top. "Now go upstairs and put your fingers under my nail dryer and set the timer. Once it beeps, you're on vacuuming for all the bedrooms while I iron our dresses and then come down, I'll do the second coat." "Great?" moaned Craig, heading upstairs. He'd at least be enjoying using his sister dryer before he'd cautiously hold the vacuum with his nails extended. Back down he came, having them done again before repeating the nail drying process before coming down, vacuuming the first floor while she dusted and windexed. After he put everything away like she asked, he hurried back into the kitchen, waiting impatiently until she joined him. She clear coated his nails and then once they dried, again he was stuck scrubbing toilets and the shower with a long brush while his sister worked with her hands inside yellow gloves. When finally things looked squeaky clean, he returned to the kitchen for one last check on his nails and then she almost lost it as he looked at his fingers. "Are you serious, Ariana?" huffed Tara, staring at his right hand. "I knew you couldn't be trusted with these nails." "I'm sorry," said Craig, extending his right hand, looking at his nails. "It's not that easy not to touch things while cleaning." "No it's not, which is why I gave you a brush so your fingers would touch nothing, and a vacuum they'd easily wrap around," said Tara, pushing down his right hand and beginning to wipe off some of the nail polish. "So that's how you smudged them?" "Yeah," said Craig, wiggling his fingers on his left hand, seeing them still perfect. "I think when I did the toilets. They're gross." "You little bitch," said Tara, getting angry and repainting, "I told you not to text him, but you didn't want to listen, did you?" "No, I did it on the toilets?" said Craig, letting her do it. "There's probably nail polish on the brush if you look?" "How about instead I look at your phone?" said his sister, tapping her chin. "Because when you smudge the end of your nails like you did, that's how it happens. So should I get it, or you gonna fess up?"