I've never actually written a Fanfic before, or even written a story that was more than 1 1/2 pages long. I got the idea for this very randomly and I would appreciate creative criticism, since, well, I'm pretty new to this.

I don't own Lazytown or any of its character's. They belong to Magnus Scheving.

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Chap.1: "Happy birthday, Steph"

"Happy birthday dear Stephanie… happy birthday to you." Stephanie couldn't help smiling as she blew out the 22 candles that were neatly placed around her large pink birthday cake. She looked around at all her friends, and her smile faded slightly as she noticed that there was one person who wasn't there. This particular person had been the one she wanted to see most, and she was a little disappointed that he was apparently late. Maybe he's actually not coming. I wouldn't blame him, since I was so mean to him the last time I saw him, and after what I called him… She couldn't stop the thoughts from running through her mind, and the smile on her face slowly began to turn into a frown…

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He couldn't believe that it had been 14 years since the first time Stephanie had come to Lazytown. It hadn't taken very long after that first summer for Stephanie's mother to realize how much happier her daughter was when she was in Lazytown and for her to decide to move them there. Of course then she had been just a little girl, 8 years old. But time had flown by very quickly until the day she had turned 19 and she decided that she was going to go to college all the way in Italy. It had been tough, her leaving, and he had missed her very much. He was, however, dreading the moment when she would open the door and look into his Icelandic baby blue eyes. He simply didn't know what to expect from her.

The day before she left she had pulled him aside for a walk in the park, and told him how she felt about him all along and, in a last ditch effort to conceal his own feelings, he had wound up sounding like he thought she was childish, which wasn't at all true. She had grown into such a fine, mature, young women, and his heart felt like it was about to leap out of his chest every time he saw her. She had then gotten angry at him, and the last thing she had said was that he was too arrogant and image obsessed for still seeing her as a little girl. This also was not in the least bit true. She had broken his heart by leaving, and the worst part was that she had no idea that he even felt that way about her. He had written her several letters while she was away, but she hadn't written him back except for once, and then all she had said was that she couldn't wait to get back to Lazytown. She hadn't said anything specific about him at all. The reason he hadn't told her was because, of course, it would be inappropriate considering the age difference and, and the hero code which he had sworn to abide by was very strict when it came to those matters anyway. It simply would not work. All the same, he simply didn't think he could hide his feelings any longer. All these thoughts were quickly pushed aside as he finally made it to Stephanie's house and, upon ringing the door bell, prepared for the fireworks that he was so desperately hoping wouldn't come from her.

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Stephanie's heart skipped a beat when she heard the door bell ring. She dropped the partially unwrapped present that she had been opening onto the table and bolted for the front door, much to everyone else's utter surprise. She got to the door and fumbled with the knob for a second before finally opening it. It was, of course, Sportacus standing there with his blue out fit on outlining every muscular curve on his body and the two stood there for a minute in an uncomfortable silence, both of them unsure of what to do. After what seemed like an eternity, Stephanie's mother walked into the room and gave Sportacus a friendly smile.

"Hi Sportacus, I was wondering when you were going to get here." She took the pink package that was in his hand, snapping them both out of there semi-trance.

"Hello Mrs. Meanswell." He then turned to Stephanie. "Sorry I'm late. I…uh…lost track of time." He decided not to tell her about the fact that he was late because he hadn't even been sure if was going to go or not. That, he had decided, he would explain to her later. Hopefully, in private.

"Its fine, I'm just glad that you're here. "She began to feel angry towards him again. It was obvious that was just an excuse. "Besides, all you missed was the cake. I was in the middle of opening my first present when you came. Come on, we're all in the kitchen." She flashed him a smile that, although it had been forced, still made him go weak at the knees. Then she happily headed back to her friends in the kitchen.

About 2 hours later the sun was setting outside and the excitement was dying down. It was around 8:30 and everyone was heading back home so that they could get ready for work or school the next day. Of course normally Sportacus would have been in bed already, but he still needed to talk to Stephanie and he was reluctant to go anywhere until he did so. He looked out the window and noticed that there were clouds forming quite rapidly above Lazytown, foreshadowing the inevitable storm that was brewing in the sky. He needed to get back to his airship so that he could maneuver it above the clouds before any lightning started to strike. Stephanie, who had begun to clean up, must have noticed how anxious he was starting to get, because she put down the garbage bag she had been throwing wrapping paper into down and walked over to him.

"You should go before the storm comes. I don't think that crazy airship of yours would like you very much if you let it get struck by lightning." There was a slight hint of sarcasm in her voice. It was obvious that she had gained a bit of an attitude while living on her own in Italy.

"You're probably right." He decided to ignore it. "I was just hoping we could talk first."

"That depends on whether you're going to talk to me like I'm 22, not 8. And like I said, your giant blimp could get destroyed if you wait much longer."

"I hadn't meant to treat you like an 8 year old the last time, and that 'giant blimp' is my home." He replied coolly. "besides if memory serves, you used to think it was amazing that I lived in an airship."

"I did until I realized that it wasn't all that amazing. It's just a giant stop watch with next to nothing in it, no doubt so that you can practice flipping around all the time. Come to think of it, I think this is the first time I've actually seen you not moving."The sarcasm was perfectly obvious this time.

"Okay, now you're starting to sound like Robbie, and since we certainly don't need another one of him running around." Now it was his turn to be sarcastic. "I certainly wouldn't want you to wind up as the town villain, since I'm sure you'd do a better job than Robbie."

"Thanks."She fairly glared at him.

"Look I'll… see you later." He gave a sigh of defeat and headed for the door, half hoping she would call him back and apologize, but no such luck. He could tell from the rustling of the trash bag that she had simply gone back to cleaning. A slight chill went down his spine as he quietly walked back towards his airship. Stephanie really had sounded, and even acted a little bit like Robbie, and although the bumbling town villain was fairly harmless Sportacus couldn't bear the thought of Stephanie disliking him as much as Robbie did. He simply loved her too much for that.

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Stephanie finished with the trash bag and put it out in the trash can, then headed back in to do the dishes. She had offered to clean up since it was her party, and now her mom was relaxing in the living room.

As the water began to fill up the sink, Stephanie looked at the broken dishwasher, annoyed that it still wasn't fixed. Her mother had said that it was a waste of money to get it fixed, and that it didn't hurt anybody to do it the "regular way" anyways. Stephanie, on the other hand, thought otherwise. She thought that if they had a dishwasher, why shouldn't they be able to use it? It was quicker and more efficient. But her mother didn't seem to care, and so here she was doing the dishes in a sink full of soapy/ dirty water.

She scrubbed away at the dishes absent mindedly, her mind wandering to the conversation, if you could call It that, that she had just had with Sportacus. She couldn't believe that he was still treating her like a kid. Was he really that oblivious? It didn't matter anyways as all the feelings she had for him were being shoved aside by annoyance. She chuckled slightly as she recalled the look on Sportacus' face when she had talked about him flipping around in his airship. She had said that specifically trying to sound like Robbie, so that she could mess with him, which she then realized only made her sound even more like the town villain. It was true though. He never stopped moving, and he honestly made her dizzy sometimes… whoa, now I'm starting to scare myself. She thought as she finished putting the last of the dishes away, sounding like Robbie on purpose is one thing, but when I wind up actually acting like him I know I need to stop.

She shook her head and turned around to head for her bedroom, but before she made more than two steps, she tripped over a chair and landed in an awkward position on the ground. She jumped up seconds later, brushed of her dress and said "I meant to do that." This last statement was made to no one in particular and this scared her even more, as that was something that Robbie Rotten tended to do a lot. She shook her head again and headed off to her bedroom.

I hope I didn't make Stephanie sound too mean in this chapter. I don't want to make her sound mean at all actually, just very annoyed .Oh well. Oh yeah and I did the whole Stephanie compared to Robbie thing, was on purpose just to give you a little hint as to what's going to happen later on. Thanks for reading and oh yeah could you do me a favor please and hit that little green button at the bottom of the screen and let me know what you think? Thanks!

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