<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/f10190ed2e62e875a4f008a190b6b500/tumblr_mgbcs36gwK1rhenwho1_500.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Adriaana Vos</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Monica's room</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Monica</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Grabbing a cookie</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Monica</td></tr></tbody></table><br/>It was for times like this that Adriaana couldn't help but think of Monica as much more than a loving older sister.  Adriaana had grown up an only child, and Monica was actually pretty close to just what she had always imagined it would be like to have one.<br/><br/>Adriaana happily accepted the hug and squeezed Monica back.  It was so amazing how Monica could just seem to switch gears so very quickly.  Moving from being so nice, to being a disciplinarian, right back into loving mother mode in such a short period of time was quite baffling.  Maybe it was just all the personal attention that shocked her so much.  Adriaana had spent a fair bit of time with her father while going on trips with him, but her mother was always rather distant.  She was so wrapped up between her job, and whatever little side project she had going on that sometimes Adriaana felt as though she barely knew the woman.<br/><br/>"Yes Miss Monica.  Have fun tonight!"  Adriaana said with a smile and hurriedly made her way back to the kitchen, dropping her bag back down onto the ground where it had been before and sitting down to enjoy a cookie.