First thanks to the best sister in the world

Always before, both in Michigan and in Los Angeles, Matt had slept as long as he could, hoping that somehow his mother might forget to wake him up and let him miss a day of class. It wasn't that The Hill had better schools, although they did considering they were in an area where the average home price was measured in millions rather than thousands of dollars and where people didn't mind paying taxes for their precious children (as long as they could make sure the zoning restrictions were strong enough to keep 'others' out). It was that he was finally breaking out of his shell. Talking to girls was a new thing for Matt and he was enjoying it.

He got up before his sister went to do her stable mucking, snuck up behind her, and put his arms around her.

"What are you doing, you big goon?"

"You are the best sister in the world."

She giggled. "I know, right. Please don't tell Amy and Ursula what I did. They'd kill me."

"Only if you promise me more."

"I don't believe you'd tell even if that's all you ever get."

"Maybe."

"Okay, fine. Who else do you want. No, let me guess. Tanya and Natasha, right? Or do you want the little chink girl or little red."

"She was born in America. Have you listened to her, she has a stronger L.A. accent than you do."

"I don't have an L.A. accent."

"Well, you do. Anyway, I think her ancestry is Vietnamese, not Chinese. And 'chink' is a racist term."

"We live on the Hill now. It's full of racists. Just about the only part of L.A. County where Trump won a majority."

"It still bothers me."

"Okay, so just Natasha and Tanya?"

"No. One more."

"Who?"

"A really cute blonde. About five two, with a bubble-butt from riding horses."

She hit him on the arm. "God, you are a pervert. You want a snap of your own sister?"

"A guy can only dream."

"Some dreams just aren't going to come true."

He noticed, though, that she was blushing and a pulse on her neck was beating fast.

"Now I gotta go{if karenblackmail=false} and earn my mucking money so I can go to that stupid dance{endif}. Did you know Ursula's brother is the bass player{if karenblackmail=true} for that stupid dance tomorrow{endif}? She says they suck."

{if Ursula>5}"Yeah, that's what I heard.{else}"Sounds like a blast... not."{endif}