Sorry this chapter was so short, but it's a little fluff moment between Danny and Cara. It shows their relationship. Next chapter should be up tomorrow or the next day, but ahh... I'm being very lazy with the stuff I should be working on, including this. So. Enjoy this chapter and thanks for all the reviews I'm getting. They are all very positive and I like positive.

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My 9 month little sister is a big ball of energy. She will not, ever, slow down and it drives my parents up the wall. She's walking already, but not bothering to learn how to talk. Whenever you ask her questions, she'll watch you inventively, cock her head and then turn her attention back to whatever she was doing prior to the question.

Cara loves to play with balls, soccer balls are her favorite and since we have about three dozen baseballs hanging around the house (thanks to me), she has invented a game that causes me to run out of the room in fear and her to laugh her head off.

It involves me, baseballs, and being thrown at. Cara can't throw that hard, but it's still really annoying when I walk into a room and I suddenly get attacked with baseballs. But I can't complain, it's the joys of being an older brother and honestly, it's a lot of fun. And it gives me an excuse to 'forget' I have homework. Boy I am sneaky.

Like usual, I have another girlfriend. She's pretty nice, but I honestly think that Cara doesn't like her much. When she likes to play her little baseball game, I'm usually the only participant, but now she has decided that my new girlfriend, Bekka, will also join in on the fun. The other day, Cara nailed her in between the eyes. It took all my resolve not to laugh which failed and she stormed out of my house, fuming.

We broke up three days later.

So I guess I don't have another girlfriend.

CSINYCSINYCSINY

I was sitting at the kitchen table, running a hand through my hair as mom got dinner ready.

"You sure you don't need help?" I asked mom for the uptenth time. She looked over at me.

"Danny, if you really want to help me, you can go and cut up some vegetables." She said and I nodded, standing up and grabbing some out of the refrigerator and began cutting them. We worked in silence before we heard the pitter patter of feet and Cara running into the kitchen, her favorite stuffed animal in tow. She ran over to mom and grabbed her around legs and giggled.

"Hey there, Cara." Mom said with a smile as she rubbed her head. Cara gave a smile and ran over to me and wrapped her arms around my legs.

"Hey monkey, what you up too?" I asked her and she hid her face in my leg.

I had given her that nickname when she first started walking. She was all over the place and it reminded me of a monkey. So, the nickname stuck to her and I've been calling her monkey for god knows how long.

Cara looked up at me, smiled and then ran over to one of the kitchen chairs, placed her stuffed animal (which was a puppy) and proceeded to climb up onto the chair and adjust herself so she was sitting facing the table. She looked over at us with her huge smile and lifted her hands in the air in victory.

I looked over at my mom to see her smiling, but the little sign of worry still present in her face. I looked over at Cara and smiled while holding my hands in the air.

"Yay!!"