Okay, my 17th birthday was on the 16th so I'm going to give the Bystander a birthday! Also I'm getting tired of calling Him various pronouns… If anyone has another idea for his name it would be greatly appreciated.

The Bystander: Birthday Special

Truth be told I was a little emotionally unstable since I had my episode with Alex. I mean how could someone do that to a kid? I mean, come on! I haven't even told Him about it. And he won't stop pestering me about it.

"Are you sure you're okay?" He asked for the millionth time.

"You asked me five minutes ago, my attitude hasn't changed." I mumbled staring vacantly at my laptop screen. I was actually scrolling through video by these ridiculous people who called themselves Nigahiga. I was a pretty deprived child, so Youtube is a definite brightener to my life.

"But you've changed."

"No, I haven't. In case you haven't realized you barely know me!" I yelled not turning away from the screen… I had learned how to be ninja, emo, gangster, and was in the middle of becoming a nerd.

"Fine, I don't know you." He got off the foot of my bed and stood up looking at me through his sunglasses. I glanced at him over my screen as he left. He stopped by the door and turned back to me. "I'm going out." I jerked my head at him and continued to ignore him until I heard the front door slam shut.

"He really doesn't know me… no one does… I'm not even sure I do." I muttered after I had paused the video. It was true, I have lived on my own for as long as I could remember. I never had any friends, if any one considered themselves my friends they were people from my episodes. I don't even know my last name. Or who my parents were or are. Or if I had any siblings… really, it's like I'm completely nonexistent.

I sighed and closed the laptop. There was so much I didn't know about me, so many different cards had been dealt to me but I couldn't use the hand. I've never been to school; I've never really had anything. "Well, this sucks." I muttered, my voice was thick and water was on the top of my laptop. "How did that get there?" I mumbled and touched my cheek, water was there too.

I sighed again and got off my bed slipping on my shoes. I really didn't know what to do… I just felt bad, I felt empty and like I didn't belong. I paced around the house muttering incoherent words to myself. It seemed to make me feel better and it had made the tears stop.

The doorknob creaked and my eyes fixed on it. "Hey, By, get the door!" he called and I had half a mind to lock him out. Instead I walked over and opened it. He walked in with a big white box and balloons.

"Why do you have balloons? You do realize their pointless and they deflate in a couple days." I asked emotionlessly, at least I hoped it sounded emotionless.

"'Cause balloons stand for celebration."

"Celebration for what? You actually paying rent or something?" I asked as He set the box down on the small coffee table I had. He let the balloons float to the ceiling.

"No," he then ran to the kitchen area of my living room to grab plates.

"Well, have fun with your box and your balloons." I muttered and turned to walk away. Instead long arms grabbed onto my waist and threw me in the air. "Hey!" I yelled as he placed me on his shoulder and walked back towards the living room. He plopped me on the couch and I glared at him. "Was that really necessary?" I growled as he pushed a plate into my arms.

"Yes, now just sit there." He commanded as he ran back to a cupboard and pulled out a long knife I didn't even know I had.

"Whoa, what are you doing? I didn't mean it! I'll change my ways!" I yelled jumping on the couch trying to get away from him.

"Hey, calm down. I'm not going to stab you; there are other uses for a knife than bodily harm." I eyed him anyway and watched as he placed the knife down by the white box. "Now, close your eyes."

"What?" I asked confused by his order.

"Close your eyes… please?" He asked and I hesitantly shut my eyes.

"If you do something to me my ghost is going to haunt you forever." I could practically hear Him roll his eyes. There were a couple clicking sounds then He told me to open my eyes.

I stared at the sight in front of me for a long while stunned. A white cake that read "Happy Birthday!" in bright green letters decorated with purple polka-dots. There were two candles above the letters. One candle was a one and the other was a seven. It was a pretty ugly cake to tell the truth but the letters and numbers really surprised me.

"What… why…" I muttered.

"You're right, I don't know you. I happen to know a lot about you though." I looked up at him not even caring that my eyes were huge and my mouth hung open. "This is the first birthday celebration you have had, it's also the first time you've ever had a birthday cake or balloons."

"How did…"

"I did a little research before I found you." He muttered. "I'd sing "Happy Birthday" to you but I don't sing. So blow out the candles and make a wish."

"Why? What does that do?" I asked looking at the cake and now melting candles.

"Tradition, you make a wish on your birthday and it comes true."

"Do I have to… it sounds so… childish." I muttered trying to hide the smile that was threatening to reveal itself.

"Do it or I take the cake back." I tried to hide the gasp I made. I looked up at him and then looked back at the cake.

"Alright…" I thought for a moment then sucked in air and blew. I wish to know who my parents were or are.

"Happy seventeenth birthday, Bystander." He said then started to cut the cake. For once I felt like I belonged… and it felt good.

Okay, I never do this so I think I should before I get sued or something. I do not own any of the characters except the garage salesmen, the M16 agent, Him, or Bystander.