“You’re not the only one in town allowed to be a felon, Sarahsaurus.” Of course he was kidding, felonies weren’t really big on his list of future plans, but joking with Sarah was always fun anyway. He chuckled at her mention of only heading to Nick’s place if their parents stopped feeding her. “Oh, nice to know that all I am is a free roof over your head and a bunch of free meals,” he spoke in feigned offense. He was pretty much positive that she thought of him as more than that. “But yeah. If they stop feeding you or lessen your allowance, you know that my place is always open.” He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, a little paranoid that their dad was going to be around the corner and bitch at him for trying to take Sarah.
Nick laughed when Sarah made her joke about buying the whole store, and now he was pretty sure that both of them were getting the evil eye from the clerk now. Hey, Nick was a guy. He didn’t belong here. And Sarah? She was a brute. Getting her in a dress took a miracle. “That’s good. My wallet and my brain couldn’t handle that,” he teased.
He waited patiently when Sarah changed into the first dress, tapping his fingers on his thigh and wondering how in the hell he’d talked himself into this. He was a thoughtful brother, and yet again it bit him in the ass. When the door opened and Sarah stepped out in a frilly pink dress, something he didn’t even know if Lexie would wear, he raised his eyebrows. “Um, okay, how about no. If some boy tried to wrestle you in that thing, the whole dance would get a view of your underpants,” he pointed out.