A/N

zombieEXE45 and Max waspace: in short, yes. This fanfic is meta.

Guest: I love it! What a beautiful poem.

RedPeaForever: This is pretty good. I wouldn't complain if you were to write more in the near future

SwiperYesSwiping: Normally, I only come on here when I'm bored, but this isn't half bad. Keep it up.

Max smiled. The poem had only gotten three reviews and six likes in the month he had left it alone, but that was still much more than he expected. He supposed that would have explained Ruby's excited squealing occasionally coming from the other room over the past four weeks. To his luck, she didn't even seem to notice the changes to her poem as far as he knew.

But today she was downstairs making sure everything was nice and tidy for Louise and Morris when they would come over to play...which gave Max the perfect opportunity to check on the poem they had written, and see how it was going.

Noticing that there was an unfinished draft in another tab, he opened it up:

The perfect gift.

today is ruby's birthday all her friends showed up but max wasn't there

wheres max? ruby asked I hope he didn't forget my birthday

soon it was time to open up presents and ruby got everything on her list from the guests

wow thanks everyone I love them its just too bad max isn't here

slam the door opened

hi ruby sorry im late max hurried over to the table happy birthday

what is it ruby asked

open it and find out he said

ruby opened the tiny box and found a bottle of rose-smelling perfume in the box

oh max its wonderful I love it thank you

your welcome ruby max said hugging her.

the end.

Looks like Ruby was planning to post another one. Short as it was, it was more or less finished, it just needed to be touched up a bit.

Max looked over at the clock. Louise and Morris weren't supposed to be here for another hour or so...it looked like he had some time to improve this for her.

Cracking his knuckles, Max wasted no time getting to work:

The Perfect Gift

Today was Ruby's birthday. All her friends came...except Max.

"Where's Max?" Ruby wondered. "My own brother didn't show up to my party...I hope he didn't forget!"

After having cake it was time to open up presents! Ruby had gotten everything on her wish list from the guests.

"Wow! Thanks everyone; I love them! It's just too bad max isn't here."

SLAM!

Everyone turned as the front door opened. A little bunny in overalls hurried over to the table, out of breath.

"Hi, Ruby. Sorry I'm late." Giving her a tiny box with a delicate pink ribbon, he declared, "happy birthday!"

"What is it?" Ruby asked.

"Open it and find out!" Max replied, grinning.

Ruby carefully unwrapped the ribbon and opened the tiny box. Inside of it was a bottle of perfume, shaped like a rose.

"Oh!" Sniffing it, she found it was rose-scented. "Oh, Max, it's wonderful! I love it! Thank you."

"You're welcome, Ruby," Max said, giving the birthday girl a big hug.

The end.

"There you are, Max!" Gasping and blushing, Max found Morris standing in Ruby's bedroom door.

"Oh, um, Morris! I-shouldn't the doorbell have rung?"

"Ruby saw us coming from the window, so she let us in. What are you doing on Ruby's computer?"

"Nothing! Ready to go and play?" Max asked nervously, sliding off of the chair. "Because I sure am! Heh, heh."

"Hmm..." Morris brushed past Max and climbed into the chair.

"No, Morris, don't!" Max pleaded.

But it was too late: Morris was already looking at what was on the screen. Furrowing his eyebrow, he scrolled up. "'The Perfect Gift'," he read. "By rubygem466. Wait, you're rubygem466?"

"Well, not exactly, I mean, it's-it's Ruby's account but.."

"How did you end up writing Ruby's stories? Does that mean you wrote that poem about Louise, too?"

"Technically, Ruby wrote both of them, but," he sighed, "her writing, just in general, is terrible. She doesn't use capitalization or punctuation, her grammar needs work and just...I couldn't let her publish it. Not looking like the way it did before I fixed it. She almost did it again just now. I'm lucky her computer isn't password-protected like everyone else in the twenty-first century..."

Morris slowly scrolled down the screen, reading the fanfiction. "This is nice," he said. "I mean, really short, but, it's nice. You know, Louise was really excited when she found the poem. She wanted to leave a review in thanks, but she didn't know how."

Max rubbed his arm, embarrassed. "Please don't tell Ruby."

"You mean she doesn't know?" Morris asked, his eyes wide.

"I just...yeah, she's kind of a bad writer, but I don't want to make her feel bad about it. I don't think she actually proofreads them, or even just read them after she publishes them."

A small, tense pause laid in the room before Morris smiled and spoke again. "Okay, I won't tell her. Come on. Let's publish this one and see how it goes before she finds us here."

Together the two friends filled out all of the details, and within a minute and a half, they found it under her username.

"All right." Morris slid off of the chair. "We should probably get out of your sister's room."

"Yeah." As they left, Max asked, "so, what do you want to do first?"