Blythe's POV
This. Is. Totally. Awesome.
I'm in Burbank. I'm actually in Burbank!
Forget that I'm out of Houston, out of Texas!
Forget that I'm finally free to actually spend time with my momma after five years of doing nothing but living in fear and fending for myself.
Forget the fact that I'll get to eat something other than oatmeal and baloney sandwiches (I'm never touching that stuff ever again, I rather starve)!
I'm. In. Burbank! The home of my cartoon favorites! The home of my little heroes in the TV!
I'm so happy I could BURST!
"Well, I'm glad you're happy about how this turned out."
I smiled joyfully at my mother, before cuddling into her side. I sighed contently when she put an arm around me, and started playing with my hair.
If I were to be honest, I would have told her that I wasn't completely happy about how this turned out, because we weren't staying together, that even though I was free now, I'm not going to be able to be with her until he is found and locked up in prison.
However, I'm not going to make her unhappy when she's done her best make sure I'll be safe. If keeping her with a clear conscience means for me to lie, then guess what? I'll lie until the cows come home and then some (like jump over the moon).
I looked up at her with a begging look. She's still keeping on more piece of information from me.
"Where are we going?"
She rolled her eyes, darn it.
"It's a surprise."
Laying on my back, I laid my head on her lap, looking straight at her.
"Can't you tell me a hint?"
"No dear, I won't give you a hint."
"…Not even a little one?"
"Nope, not even a little one."
I furrowed my eyebrows, not willing to give up so easily.
"Not even a little bitty one?"
"Nope not even a little bitty one."
"How about a little bitty teeny tiny one?"
"Nope."
"A microscopic hint?"
"No."
"A hint the size of a grain of sand?"
"Not happening."
"How about"
"No dear, I will not tell you a hint the size of a molecule."
"How did you know!?"
"I know my little Bibi, that's how."
"Mooommm! It's Blythe, not Bibi!"
"I know, I know, I just had to do it."
"Mom, that was mean."
"I know, I'm sorry okay?"
"… Okay."
…
"So you won't tell me anything?"
She sighed in a dramatic defeat tone.
"Fine, I'll give you a hint."
"Yes!"
…
"So, what's the hint?"
"My hint… is to get off me and look out of your window."
I looked at her funny.
"What type of hint was that?"
"A good one, now do it."
"Fine…"
I lifted myself off of her lap, and looked out my window. My eye grew a whole lot bigger.
"Momma…"
"Yes dear?"
I turned my body and pounced on her in a happy Oh-My-God-This-Is-So-Awesome glomp.
"I LOVE YOU!"
She laughed aloud, hugging me back.
"I love you to dear."
I eagerly looked out the window again, just in case it was a dream. I mean, wouldn't you, if you saw Warner Bros. Animation Studio? Or is it just me?