Due to a request in a review this story has just officially become a non-oneshot. From now on it gets less humorous and slightly more... sad? Angsty? Anyway, you know I can only work with humor so sorry if this turns into a pile of shyt.

Lindsay walked up the stairs, clutching the small present in one hand. She had put a lot of care into the birthday present for Danny, carefully selecting the gift, pondering over the colour of the wrapping paper, wondering how she should tie the bow.

And yet in the very back of her mind, where all the bad memories and forgotten details lay, a little voice nagged at her, saying that it shouldn't matter; they weren't together anymore, he wouldn't care.

A part of Lindsay agreed and accepted this, but some other part, probably the heart, said that it was just a nice surprise. The way something looks can change your mind about it, and although people made up sayings to contradict this, it was a natural instinct to like something that looks pleasant, and to recoil from something that doesn't.

In short, she just wanted to make a good impression. But still the (seemingly pointless) fight went on in her head:

But does a good impression really matter now? You're not gonna win his heart back.

With every step she grew slightly more depressed, and thought about just leaving it at his front door.

She walked up to the green door. Number 88.

The Chinese lucky number. 8. A useless fact popped up in her mind and she shook it away, not seeing how it would help.

She raised her hand, gently coiled into a fist, and hesitated. She was gathering up the courage for what was supposed to be just a simple meeting; make some small talk, give him the present, say goodbye and then go commit suicide. Well, no, that was exaggerating it a bit, but that was how the plan looked for Lindsay.

She pushed herself and knocked on it, the thumping sound echoing in her head in the quiet hallway.

The door creaked open and Lindsay forced her muscles into a relatively believable smile.

But it quickly dropped off her face when she saw the familiar face... that wasn't Danny.

The present dropped with a soft 'clunk' at her feet and both exclaimed at the same time:

'Lindsay?'

'Precious?'

Yep, I am leaving it there. Let's see if you can guess what's gonna happen. I mean, it's not like it's obvious.