My family and I aren't wasting our time with that pathetic Rio 2 movie, because apparently it's sin for kids to love their father which is why we're not seeing it since there's no evidence that anything good is going to happen. Which is why we prefer to be on fanfiction and write these stories together where we actually get what we expected from that sorry excuse for a family. It's not just us, my friends and they're relatives think the same way about it, and they're not seeing that garbage either.

Another day shone brightly in the country of Brazil. Where wildlife and culture of many different kinds danced and weaved through all aspects of the rich land. One particular site that stood out among many others was the Christ the Redeemer statue that stood before the whole country itself.

But another particular site that was overlooked by the human eye could only be seen by the exotic feathery creatures of Rio. A swanky little drink and eatery hut owned by a family of rare blue spix's macaws right below the statue itself.

The owner of the hut was a proud old father named Eduardo. Who embraced his macaw heritage with a love that is only surpassed by his love for his only daughter, who even though now a grown woman, was inseparable with her father that she loved and cherished all his values.

The two also shared ownership with her father's older sister Mimi, occasionally obnoxious but yet kind spirited and generous, and his daughter's childhood friend Roberto, who wore a very suave almost feminine aspect but still a good friend to the family.

"And here's your drinks," Roberto presented to the table shared by two female toucans "Shaken," he showed off "and stirred,"

The females were quickly taken aback with flirtatious reactions towards his spicy disposition.

"Don't forget to tip your waiters," he winked at them.

The two females giggled at him as they sipped from their drinks. Jewel shook her head at her best friends typical character that he shared with everyone. She returned to setting the plates for the family that was getting a tad impatient. Once she set the plate down she met up with her father's questionable look.

"What?" she wondered.

"I look at you and I wonder," he began "Why?"

"Dad?" Jewel huffed "how many times do we have to go over this?"

"I am not the one with the problem here," he explained "I would like to know what is that's keeping you from accepting Roberto as a possible partner in life,"

Jewel only took this with an amusingly irritated attitude while taking the plates to the reserved table. Her father kept questioning her as he followed.

"Dad, sure Roberto's all looks…" Jewel admitted.

"…and strength, and dancing, and-," he interrupted.

"-and he's a good friend too. Look, Dad, I love Roberto,"

"Then it's settled," Eduardo looked excited "It'll be a spring courtship, I'll finally have grandchildren and the son I've never had-"

"But I don't love him that way," Jewel explained "look dad, I tried with Roberto, but I'm just not looking forward to a whole commitment and all that,"

"I guess it's my fault," he smiled "I taught my little princess to be strong and independent like her old man, but I guess I taught her too well,"

Jewel squeezed next to him lovingly.

"If you'll excuse me I've got others waiting for me,"

She happened to run into Roberto.

"Hey babe," he greeted her "Listen, I was wondering if you could fill in for me,"

"Why?" she asked.

"Well my left nail's getting a bit bland and I've got a rep to keep up with our satisfied customers and It's bad for business, so do you mind?"

"Sure," she rolled her eyes but still kept a smile.

"Thanks," he gave her a quick peck on the cheek "Also it looks like we have a new customer,"

As much as his love for himself was a bit too cliché for Jewel, she knew she had to accept him for who he was as her best friend. Jewel walked up to the seemingly lone table where a blue macaw sat, immediately when she saw him she could see that there was something definitely austentacious about him. He seemed pretty lonely and all he had was a little black camera.

"How many?" she asked him.

"I'm sorry?" he stopped adjusting the lens.

"Is there anyone else with you?"

"Huh, oh-uh no it's just me,"

"Really?" Jewel looked confused "This is just you, all by yourself?"

"I don't mean to sound rash in any way, but how's that your concern?"

"Sorry, it's just that the customers we usually get around here are either families or couples,"

"Well I'm sorry I don't fit that category?"

"So you're all alone?"

"I guess,"

"Family?"

"None at all,"

"Oh I'm sorry," she pitied him.

"Hey, don't be," he smiled "I'm not,"

"Really?"

"Sure," he explained "It gives me the freedom to do whatever I want, go wherever I want. I mean, I'm not one to brag but since I can remember as a chick I've traveled the world,"

"You're kidding," Jewel sat down.

"No lie," he pulled out a series of little photos "See," he pointed with his wingtip "Here I am at New Delhi, from there I went to Paris, and uh oh, that one" a picture of English pigeons stealing his camera "…that one I'm not too proud of,"

"Wow," Jewel was impressed "And you've been to all these places,"

"Yeah, seeing the sites, trying new foods to keep my strength, speaking of which…"

"Oh sorry," Jewel suddenly realized his order and gave him his leaf menu.

"Thanks,"

"So?" she asked as he read his choices "Judging by how many places you've been in the world I'd think you'd've found someone special along the way,"

"Huh," he looked up "Oh, uh n-no not really,"

"That's too bad. So what brings you to Rio…?" she asked for his name.

"Blu," he answered.

I know it's not the same as Rio but don't be afraid to tell me what you think.