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Author's Note: Okay, apologies for the long-term update. When I say "next weekend", it usually means a month. So, without further ado, drink in chapter ten.

I handed her the sundae with snowy white ice-cream sinking underneath the hot fudge ocean of pistachios and whipped cream. I couldn't help but notice her body bouncing in just the slightest motions enough for me to notice.

"It's your birthday present!"

Birthday present? I admit; when Mia forgot my birthday, I was upset. She's my girlfriend! She should remember this kind of significant event in a young man's, nonetheless her boyfriend's, life. But then I realized she's got this huge, okay maybe not huge, country to take care of. I understand sometimes she'll have to be loyal to her country, and put me aside for a while. In all honesty, I understand this. What's the sake of one man compared to 50,000?

"I told you that you didn't have to get anything." Yes, Mia. Use your money and love on the 50,000 residents of your beloved country. Please, honestly, don't worry about me. I wished I could say this to her without her throwing a fit.

"I know, but I wanted to. And I saw this, and I thought it was perfect!"

I didn't want my girlfriend to die of severe bouncing disorder, so I succumbed, "Well, thanks."

I untied the ribbon and lifted the lid…

Mia bought me a dead ant for my birthday – wait, was it alive? No, it was dead.

"Huh," I tried to hide my confusion. "It's… it's really nice." Now, tell me who wouldn't be disappointed after receiving a dead ant, from the person they love the most, for their birthday.

Mia laughed, "You don't even know what it is!"

"Well," it's a dead ant. "No, I don't." I hoped to God it wasn't a dead ant.

"Can you guess?"

No.

I looked closer after a moment of her staring eagerly; perhaps it wasn't a dead ant.

"Well, it looks like… I mean, it closely resembles… a rock."

Cool, the most important person in my life got me a rock for my birthday.

"It is a rock. Guess where it's from!"

I tried to understand why this delighted her so. It made no sense whatsoever to me. Actually, I started not to mind that the thing she bought me for my birthday was a rock, or a dead ant, or whatever. I mean, it's not the materialistic things in life that keep a relationship going is it? It should be honesty and love and tenderness and gentle feelings. Damn, I sound like a chick.

"I don't know. Genovia?"

"No, silly! The moon!"

Excuse me, THE WHAT?