A/N: lol…Ok! So this came about when I, while PM-ing BluestBlood, brought up Henry and his apple pipe! Well, they thought I said apple PIE. So we started this ongoing joke about Henry making a spiked apple pie. And thus this story was born!

Sorry there's no Gabe this time…=(

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Disclaimer: I don't own anything!

It was a normal Fourth of July for the Goodmans, which was really saying a lot. Everything was going perfect. They were just having a neighborhood block party and everyone was bringing things to eat and people were having cook outs in their backyards.

Everything was wonderful…Until Natalie and Henry showed up.

"Henry, why did you bring a pie?" she asked him, wondering why he brought something anyway. He didn't even live on this block.

"Because it's a great American desert and nothing's better on Independence Day than a homemade apple pie! And besides…who doesn't just fucking love pie?"

She just shrugged. "Good point."

He quickly put the pie down by all the other food. They began to try to mingle with everyone they saw, even if they didn't know them. They talked to some old man who kept telling them boring war stories. ("And then we all thought we were dead, going into the beaches of Normandy…"). There was a girl who was at least twenty with five kids already. ("Oh, so he's your boyfriend? Well, let me just tell you…Don't have sex. It's a life ruiner. It ruins people's lives.) There was some cranky middle-aged woman who lived across the street from Natalie. ("Back when I was a kid, we didn't have any of this Facebook and Twitter…" and "The only thing we had to worry about catching was a cold, not herpes.")

The two of them sat through that for another hour before everyone started eating. Henry's pie was going fast, so he quickly stole a piece for him and Natalie. The both of them took bite at the same time…but Natalie spat hers right back out.

"Henry…why does this pie taste like pot?"

He just froze and then realized. "Oh, shit…"

"'Oh shit' what? Did you spike the pie?"

He just nodded feebly and mumbled. "It was an accident, I swear…I must've mixed up the two pies! I made a normal one and then-"

She just have him a look like he was crazy…which he was. "Why did you make a spiked pie?"

"I dunno…for me…Smoking gets boring."

She face-palmed and looked out at her neighborhood in front of her. Every single one of them were completely loopy and perky, completely unaware that they were all high.

"YOU GOT THE ENTIRE NEIGHBORHOOD HIGH!" She yelled at him, punching his arm.

"Oops…"

"Yeah, state your oops…"

"Maybe if we walk away slowly, they won't notice it was mine."

Her eyes rolled at him angrily. "Henry, that is not going to-!"

"Bye!"

And he was soon running out of the neighborhood. Natalie just sighed and slouched against her house, thinking.

I hate holidays….

A/N: HAHA! Poor Nat…lol

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