He's real to me

Where are we going?

When I set foot in the kingdoms grounds-I automatically felt as though I've been here millions of times before.

"Hehe, Hey Imoto!"

I looked up to see a boy, with dark circles around his eyes and a tired look on his face but he was smiling, he wore a brown shirt with a picture of bamboo on it-why does that description sound familiar.

"Sean?"

The boy picked me up and put me on his back,"You miss me,nerd?"

"ONII-CHAN!"

This was way different feeling from the piggy-back pictures I drew of me and Sean on devinatart, ((which is like a social networking site for artists of every kind)),because well, it's not a drawing, its real ,he's not even my real brother, I just call him that because I feel I need an older brother and we were really good friends , that and his always there to cheer me up and I just decided to call him that, he calls me "little sister" in Japanese and I do "big brother" likewise.

And his Irish-I'm South African...

But believe it or not , I have Irish blood...it's cool knowing that, so we aren't that far off the family relations board , haha!

I hung onto him tight and he raced towards a little wooden house with flowers around it. For a sloth...he was pretty fast, he must be one of those unique types...rare...perhaps well, we all are hybrids, I'm sure we don't have aaaaall the qualities of our animals ,right?

"Welcome home, I had to babysit your siblings while your parents were out and you were gone. They sure can be a handful. Especially Becca and Jet, they fight often..."

"Oh, my goodness, you didn't have to do that! And yeah, sounds like them, if Jet isn't fighting me or Leon then his picking a fight with Becca. He really works on my nerves...but I can't change him."

"He fights with you, he's 11?"

"Pathetic, I know..."

I sighed heavily and folded my arms, "Anyway, I owe you big time for that."

Sean paused for a moment and it looked like a he remembered something he wanted to tell me.

"Oh yeah....How did things go with that Bubblegum Prince?"

I blushed and looked to my feet. Does the whole of AAA know about that, Jeez...then again....I wouldn't be surprised and I shouldn't be surprised.

"U-u...um...well...I saw him, we talked , we laughed, we baked -Y-Ya know, stuff..."

I said, with far to little breathing.

"Is that so...hehe-WAIT YOU BAKE?!"

"Nope..."

"But..."

"That's a story for another day."

After some catching up with Sean, he waved goodbye and I stepped inside my house. It was small,wooden and gives you that little-village-in a-forest-kingdom feel to it.

Inside was...exactly the same as it was in my real home-just with less..um...modern tech. My father loves tech but in this case -I guess his into thingie-ma-bobs and whacha-ma-call-its.

I went into my room, my pin board was still there and my desk next to it and a window in the front. No laptop though...boo... And on the other side of the room my double bunk, I share with my little sister and the cupboard with my clothing.

I opened up the cupboard to see my clothing, everything was the same, except just one crucial fact. Heh...

All of my things were pink, and all shades of pink ...I knew pink was one of my favorite colors but this is ridiculous! Where's the red!? The only thing that wasn't pink was the denim jeans, thank Glob for that.

All well, I slipped in a pair of jeans, a pink hood, and sneakers and tied my hair in one pony tail.
I feel more like me now. Still girly but-less so.

My ears perked up at the sound of footsteps,"Where are you going looking like that?"

It was my mom, I turned to face her and I tugged onto the two strings of my hood.

"Making myself comfortable...why?"

"Oh, well we are heading out soon, put this on instead"

" . . . A dress. . . Are you kidding me. . ."

That's when I got the "look" from my mother, her glasses sit on the brim of her nose, right at the edge. And she looks over them with a displeased face. I'm scared.

Before I could say "but why?!" I was in a pink a poofie dress that came up till the knees, my hair was curled and loose and I was walking in white pumps. My mom knew for a fact that putting on make up was already going to far for me since I despise it so she let that slide. Thank Glob.

I gave the dress a twirl and I had to admit I liked it. I am really girly on the inside and I always like my personas to reflect that and another thing.

SHORTS is a must.

Always.

And my mom respects that and she said it's a good habit to have since she doesn't like the fact others could be trying to catch a glimpse or imagine things they shouldn't but since I have the shorts, it blocks off everything-hehe...

I think I drew this dress once. Just as a silly idea that popped into my head- like that one time I drew Jake as a dirt-maid, an idea I got from the "Tropical Island" song Jake sang in an episode.

Hehe, good times.

"'Angelique, it's time to go."

"Go?! I just got here-I-I mean... Where exactly?"

"Somewhere, you'll see, Birthday Girl~"