Continuing: She peeped in the room, "What the bloody hell do you want Michael?" She yelled. "Come here." I said lowly "Michael I-" "Now!" I yelled. She just stood there staring at me. She was a rude and spoiled little brat. Any girl would be if she stayed around Freddie Mercury for too long and had Brian May for an older brother. Freddie brought that out of her. They were friends since the mid-sixties and knowing her for more than twenty years meant he had lots of influence on her and I hated it. Brian on the other hand just had a case of "I've got a cute little sister who I just cant say know to" syndrome which wasnt so bad after all I've got a cute little sister of my own so I understand. "Get dressed, Freddie and Brian are coming over." She said going over to the closet. I sighed "Again?" I whined "Shut up and get ready!" She said throwing a pair of black jeans and a yellow button up shirt at me. She was hardly ever sweet. I only saw it when Freddie or Brian was around and that was annoying. tbc[color=red]