You were a six year old, hanging out with your best friend: Boyfriend. It was 8:50 PM, and neither of you cared to check if his parents had returned.

You both had all the candy you could eat and watched TV. Then you bumped into someone.

"Oh! Sorry, child. Are you alright?"

You looked up. It was a girl with a large pink bow, waist length black hair, a soft pink dress, and a permanent pink blush on her cheeks. She also had a subtle Brooklyn accent.