Strawberry Banana 10 with Whipped Cream
Author: Sonneh
Prompt: Strawberry Banana #10: Dress Up
Word Count: 508
Rating: G
Author's Note: Aw, little!Aaron. Could this also be considered a Cherry On Top since most of what I write has been PG-13~?
“Aaron! Aaron! Aaron!” The small, yet somehow very obnoxious voice made an even smaller half Japanese boy look up from his tower of primary colored Legos. “Aaron, come here!” It sounded like it was the voice of his older sister and the little boy just continued stacking colored blocks on top of one another. This, though, didn't last long because the thin, gangly form of his sister soon filled the doorway. The older girl stomped over to him and, with hands planted on her hips, she leaned down. “Aaron! I said to come with me!” She exclaimed and, without a second thought, she pushed the Lego tower down.
It took a couple of moments to register, but when it did, little Aaron was in near hysterics. “Mommy!” He screamed, looking from Kimmy, his sister, to the blocks on the ground. “Mommy! MOMMY!”
“Oh, stop being a cry baby!” Kimmy exclaimed, picking up a plastic brick. “If you don't come with me, I'm going to hurt you with this!” Aaron looked at his sister and to the block in her hand; the only thing he could think of doing was screaming hysterically. But his mother was on the other side of the house and Kimmy was in front of the door.
“Kay.” Aaron muttered, standing up on toothpick like legs. “Don't hurt me.” Kimmy grinned and grabbed her little brother's hand, dragging him off into the dreaded playroom. It wasn't that Aaron didn't like the playroom. To be honest, he loved the big blocks, the cars, the GI Joes...well, basically, he loved all the toys. However, when his older sister was in there, the little boy tried to avoid it as much as possible.
He froze when Kimmy ran straight to an old trunk. He knew what that trunk was and he immediately began to shrink back, especially when she pulled out a sequined, pink dress. Aaron began to shake his head, gnawing on his lip. “You have to be Belinda!” Kimmy squealed, tossing the dress at her four year old brother. “I'm going to be Annalisa Marjorie Jennifer Babette Sinclair the Third.”
“No!” Aaron exclaimed, crossing his arms across his chest. “I don't wanna play! I don't wanna be a girl either! I'm a boy! Look!” His hands went straight for the button on his pants and he struggled to unbutton them to prove that yes, he WAS a boy.
“Stop being a ding dong!” Kimmy yelped. “You put the dress OVER your head! And you have to play! Mommy said so.”
“Mommy did not!” Aaron protested.
“Did too!”
“Did not!”
“Did too!”
“Did NOT!”
“Too!”
“Not!”
“TOO!”
“NOT!” Something cold hit the little boy in the face and, with water streaming down his cheeks, Aaron did the only thing that he could do at the moment. “MOMMY!!” He screamed, sounding more like someone had just stabbed him instead of throwing water on him. “MOMMY! KIMMY THREW WATER ON ME!” With that, the four year old took off racing to the kitchen with Kimmy trailing behind him.
Prompt: Strawberry Banana #10: Dress Up
Word Count: 508
Rating: G
Author's Note: Aw, little!Aaron. Could this also be considered a Cherry On Top since most of what I write has been PG-13~?
“Aaron! Aaron! Aaron!” The small, yet somehow very obnoxious voice made an even smaller half Japanese boy look up from his tower of primary colored Legos. “Aaron, come here!” It sounded like it was the voice of his older sister and the little boy just continued stacking colored blocks on top of one another. This, though, didn't last long because the thin, gangly form of his sister soon filled the doorway. The older girl stomped over to him and, with hands planted on her hips, she leaned down. “Aaron! I said to come with me!” She exclaimed and, without a second thought, she pushed the Lego tower down.
It took a couple of moments to register, but when it did, little Aaron was in near hysterics. “Mommy!” He screamed, looking from Kimmy, his sister, to the blocks on the ground. “Mommy! MOMMY!”
“Oh, stop being a cry baby!” Kimmy exclaimed, picking up a plastic brick. “If you don't come with me, I'm going to hurt you with this!” Aaron looked at his sister and to the block in her hand; the only thing he could think of doing was screaming hysterically. But his mother was on the other side of the house and Kimmy was in front of the door.
“Kay.” Aaron muttered, standing up on toothpick like legs. “Don't hurt me.” Kimmy grinned and grabbed her little brother's hand, dragging him off into the dreaded playroom. It wasn't that Aaron didn't like the playroom. To be honest, he loved the big blocks, the cars, the GI Joes...well, basically, he loved all the toys. However, when his older sister was in there, the little boy tried to avoid it as much as possible.
He froze when Kimmy ran straight to an old trunk. He knew what that trunk was and he immediately began to shrink back, especially when she pulled out a sequined, pink dress. Aaron began to shake his head, gnawing on his lip. “You have to be Belinda!” Kimmy squealed, tossing the dress at her four year old brother. “I'm going to be Annalisa Marjorie Jennifer Babette Sinclair the Third.”
“No!” Aaron exclaimed, crossing his arms across his chest. “I don't wanna play! I don't wanna be a girl either! I'm a boy! Look!” His hands went straight for the button on his pants and he struggled to unbutton them to prove that yes, he WAS a boy.
“Stop being a ding dong!” Kimmy yelped. “You put the dress OVER your head! And you have to play! Mommy said so.”
“Mommy did not!” Aaron protested.
“Did too!”
“Did not!”
“Did too!”
“Did NOT!”
“Too!”
“Not!”
“TOO!”
“NOT!” Something cold hit the little boy in the face and, with water streaming down his cheeks, Aaron did the only thing that he could do at the moment. “MOMMY!!” He screamed, sounding more like someone had just stabbed him instead of throwing water on him. “MOMMY! KIMMY THREW WATER ON ME!” With that, the four year old took off racing to the kitchen with Kimmy trailing behind him.