𝗧𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗝𝘂𝗹𝘆 𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗔𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗧𝘄𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘆 𝗧𝘄𝗼: "𝑭𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒚 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆"

July ran through the backyard, the wind blowing through her hair, the grass soft at her feet. Her little legs ran as fast as she could, chasing her dog through the grass. She'd finally been let out after an hour of meticulous braiding, and she was finally free to play with her best friend, who was affectionately named Cloudy for her yin-yang fur and silver eyes. Cloudy was much bigger and faster than her six-year-old friend as she manouvered through her mother's garden, leading the way to their secret hideout in the tall trees surrounding it.

Past the tomatoes, apples, and broccoli, they went. Eventually, they found themselves deep in the woodlands near their secret tree. July giggled, her hair filled with bright and colourful rubber bands, and her pink dress decorated with glitter and unicorns, and began her climb to their secret- their fairy treehouse. Her papa had spent an entire year building it for July and her older brother, June but since he turned ten, she and Cloudy made their trip alone.

July reached the cool, pinkish-brown wood of the balcony after a few scrapes and immediately went to fetch her dog. While June was still interested, he made a pulley system for their beloved dog to get up and down, and they still use it to this day. It required some effort (aka manually pulling up a fifty-six-pound dog in a fruit crate) to get her up there, but she got through. Why wouldn't she?

When they were both reunited, they headed into the tree house. June hadn't bothered to move his toys out yet, which meant that she had a lot of toys to play with, one of her favourites was a Superman figurine that she'd taken when she was obsessed with it. When she wanted to show her brother that she was a better hangout than his dumb and mangy friends. When she wanted to feel less alone.

Now she has a dumb figurine and a lot of questions. Like, for example, why was his hair styled so weird? And what's that bump between his legs? And why was he so... bulky? Is that a perk?

She sat in her pink bean bag chair, her tiny self disappearing into the softness and feel of the cotton against her pale arms. Cloudy made her way to her bean bag and began her weird dog ritual- roll, sniff, roll, drag, roll -until she got comfortable. Looking at her weird ritual was like watching a high-stakes action movie during its climax, if she had to compare it to one, she'd say John Wick. Even though she'd never seen any of it.

"Cloudy, hurry, I need to tell you my deepest darkest secret! That's why I brought you here!" she announced. The dog continued its ritual until finally reaching a position on her back with her tongue out and droopy. July sighed. "Okay, Cloudy, are you ready to hear my secret?"

Cloudy stared back at her, blinking once, then twice, panting. She looked oblivious. July crawled out of her bean chair and came closer to Cloudy, placing the dog's head in her lap before whispering, "Mister Thomas invited me over for tea without my daddy knowing. Is that bad?"

The dog whined in response. She sighed, "Yes, I know Daddy doesn't like him, but Mommy does, right? It isn't bad." The dog whined again. "I know, I know, but it was only tea! Oh, and I was wearing my best tutu, too. Isn't that nice?"

Cloudy got up and began licking July's face in response, and as she squealed from the contact, she realized that Cloudy was probably the only friend that she would ever need.

"Cloudy, should I tell Daddy about my tea time with Mister Thomas or not?" She held the dog in her arms, brushing her fur with the same brush that she probably used on her hair this morning. "Mister Thomas said that I couldn't tell anyone, but I'm bad at keeping secrets. Can you keep it for me?"

Cloudy barked at the balcony, clearly alerted by an uninvited guest and when she spun around, she saw June. July and her brother were so identical, they might as well be twins. The only thing separating them were the four-year age gap and June's deep dimples. So it was like watching herself appear on the porch and making her way inside.

"What are you doing?" July grumbled.

"Mom forced me," he whined, sitting in his dark green bean chair. He kicked off his Nike sneakers and slouched, clearly bored. "What are you even doing?"

"I'm telling Cloudy my secrets!" she pouted. "And you're not hearing any one of them."

"I leave you for a day and now you're talking to dogs?" June laughed, his hair was filled with a bunch of colourful rubber bands too. "Jule, when I said to go crazy, I didn't mean literally."

She brushed the dog's fur more thoroughly. "Whatever! Cloudy is the only person I trust. You abandoned me for a bunch of scallywags! What happened to the code?"

"Those 'scallywags' are much funnier than you! Plus, the code is just a bunch of guidelines, anyway!"

As you might have assumed, they watched the entirety of "The Pirates Of The Caribbean" series without adult supervision and adopted it into their personality. How? On top of painting the entire treehouse a cool pinkish-brown, decorated with tons of stars and stickers, they had the love (and nerve) to steal their parents' old laptop to watch it on.

In July's defence, it was June who first brought it up. To June's defence however, it was July who planned out the entire thing as if it were an ultimate secret mission- she was the agent (just in case; who would suspect a six-year-old?) and he was the lookout (because only he could lie so convincingly out of the pair). And they never got caught. They've had it for months now, and their parents didn't suspect a thing.

July scoffed at her older brother, pointing a sharp glare at him, seething, "Pirates."

June smirked. "Ya savvy?"

She rolled her eyes. "Oh, shut up!" She got up, ran over to him (and don't ask how), and pulled the bean bag chair from under him, causing him to topple over and land straight on his butt, screaming. "You're lucky you're a girl! And Mama told me to never hit girls." He got up, rubbing his spread behind while July giggled madly. "Boohoo!"

"I hate you," June seethed, cheeks flushed. July's gaze softened, tears welled in her eyes.

"You do?" she whimpered.

"No, no, no!" he immediately turned to console his little sister, his heart suddenly heavy with guilt. "I don't hate you. I just hate that I fell on my butt."

They giggled. Then it was silence as they sat on the ground. Then more silence as they chose to play snakes and ladders until she broke the silence. "Brother?"

"Yes, Jule?"

"Promise me that we're gonna be best friends forever!" she giggled, holding her pinky finger up.

He smiled a soft smile and then closed his pinky around hers. "I promise, Jule."

"And promise that you won't abandon me for some stupid scallywags!"

"Ugh, fine!"

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