Note to reader(s?): Hi there people. This Christmas (kinda) story has been written during a "I really need some loving" mood session. Plus, I was listening (Drooling over, obsessing on, are synonyms) to the last Bad Religion album I bought myself. (A from me to me Christmas gift ^^.) This mean I was in a very distant from reality kind of mood. The story is rated for being a story concerning a homosexual relationship. Your screaming or flaming won't offend me, don't waist your time. It's also rated for later use of drug. That's for the warning. So please, don't throw any pointy objects for the unoriginality or the fluffiness. Thanks. Enjoy.^^

Disclaimer: I own everything, so sue me. I'LL WIN! (Mwuhahahaha!) *Cough* I- I'll just go on with the story.

Dedication: (Yeah, had to add that): To those I more. (Now you get me. ^-)

--*My sister kisses like a man*--

**Judy**

I've always had a flourishing imagination. Starting when I was a kid, I thought aliens came over on Tuesdays because the furniture in my bedroom used to switch place. Until I actually figured out it was the day our maid came over and cleaned out my room. Heh. See? I have always seen a bigger and over exaggerated reality. But, really, sometimes truth is stranger than fiction.

Want an example? Fine, I'll give you a pretty good one. First, let me tell you about myself and ."family". My name's Judy. I'm 12 and I've two older sisters. The elder, Ann, is the craziest nut ever. (Especially after two cups of coffee). She and Mia (the middle aged one) in the same room, is like a crazy party. (With all the alcohol included) So don't get them started. Ann's wise when she wants though. "Miss" is studying psychology in University, so, she's "important". But she's real nice. Mia and I's relationship is different though. Mia is more of a lonely wolf. I guess it's a repercussion from ours parent's . We do get along fine--When we both had a good day. What about mom and dad? They're not very important in the story (just yet), you'll meet them in due time, heh.

So it starts around the beginning of December. I was walking back from school, musing the events of my day. The day begun with mom refusing to let me go to this party, only because she heard the guy I liked would be there. I can't believe her sometimes! It's not like I'd go and ask him to make me a baby or something! Mia says I should let mom do and wait until she gets confidence in me. But Mia never did have a boyfriend. I don't want to wait THAT long until I get my first kiss.

I entered the house, still lost in my daydream. Mia had been quite weird lately. She's four years older than I and we're going to the same school. But every time I crossed her in the hallways lately, she seemed lost in a cloud. I shrugged it off, exams probably.

"Hey kid! Coming in late?" Mia came up.

"Yeah, kept us." I vaguely answered, still thinking.

She turned around to ask mom.

"Hey, is it a problem if Eva comes over tomorrow after class?"

"Again? Aren't you guys afraid to do an overdose of each other?" I joked.

"Very funny, Judy." Mia replied with a grimace. "Math's hard for us too y'know."

"No problem if it's for studies." Mom answered. "But don't do like Ann used to! Babbling about guys and other stuff."

"Other smoking pot behind your back?" Mia said mischievously.

Mom's jaw opened slightly. We started laughing.

"Why 't you kids have better stuff to do than bother your poor old mother?" She said, half serious, half joking.

"Yes, Ô respected one!" Answered Mia, mocking.

We left, laughing our asses off, with mom in the background babbling about respect for elders and such. She can be real cool, our mom, about certain stuff sometimes. Tell her you've been on drugs since you left her uterus, she'll give you her approbation. Although, telling her you lost your virginity or you've failed a test: you're better off dead. Weird no?

The next day, Eva came over like it was supposed to. She and Mia locked up in her room, like they usually do. I've always wondered what the hell they could've been doing in there and why they were so silencious. I mean, at school and over at supper, they're always talking and laughing like crazy, but in there: Not a single noise. Well, in fact, it's when I DID heard something that I got worried. Worst, the sound itself wasn't normal. It sounded like a moan.

My imagination immediately got in gear: "they're over with boys!" Boys sneaked in and they', follow my imagination. After the moan, a shush. Imagination goes crazy again: "Thieves have sneaked in and are kidnapping them!" (I've got something for sneaking part) Then giggles! Ok, that's it! Imagination IS flourishing, but there's a limit!

I got up from the chair I was sitting on. My room's right next to Mia's so I sneaked up to the door. (Told you I liked sneaking) I opened a crack in the door and what I saw surpassed ANYTHING my imagination could've made up. Only one word in the human vocabulary could've been appropriated enough for the situation: "Fuck!" I said.