Little Things

the dance part 1

Life is a dance; you just have to go with the beat to enjoy and have fun..

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" don't go cryin' to your Mohma! Coz your on your own with the real word!! ..."

I sing along with Paramore's famous ain't it Fun, blasting through my speakers.

Jumping up and down with the beat ; strumming an imaginary electric guitar while I do the head-bang -- having the time of my life.

'Paramore rocks!'

I was alone in the house on a Friday afternoon. Since I dont have classes on Fridays and parents are working while my little brother - well not really 'little' because his 11 but his to short for his age so I still consider him as my little brother - was outside playing basketball with his friends.

The music stopped and another Paramore music played fullblast.

" no sir! No I don't wanna be the blame! not anymore!...."

I once again sing along , hands raised high. I look like a crazy person. But I dont care - no ones watching - well even if someone's watching - i still don't care.

" hey bro? " my brother shouted behind the door.

Yes its bro - we call each other as bro. I don't want him to call me by my name, i find it disrespectful since im his big sister and sis is to girly.

I stopped singing and lowered the volume. Geeee I was enjoying my self there , some spoiler he was.

" Yes? " I answered back.

My brother opened the door and got inside. He's shirtless and sweaty , right hand carrying a ball.

" eeeew bro! Wear some shirt you don't look hot you look disgusting! " I half joked.

What? He's skinny and still eleven - really not a good view to look at.

He frowned. " shut up ". He moved closer to me.  " hey don't tire your self to much, you've been crazy for half an hour"

I raised my brow at him. A grin forming on my lips.

He moved to the kitchen and opened the fridge grabbing a bottled water.

" so my little brother's concern eh?" I lounge on the couch humming to the music still playing.