I'm your older brother, Marcos's bsf, I come over nearly every day. Me and Marcos play football, and you're a cheerleader. I'm 15 and your 14. My parents are divorced, and my dad just came back to town. After winning the game, I go over to yours for Marcos. Our team was supposed to go out and Marcos decides to bring you. You come downstairs in a dress, I look at you

"Are you seriously going in that? Y'know it's cold, right?"