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also, this was for the opposite attraction (spixie fansite) halloween oneshot contest.

"I really didn't think I had to ask," she snapped.

"What do you mean you did not think you had to ask? Shouldn't you ask me to said costume party, not just tell me I am attending with you?"

"So that's it? You don't want to go with me," she could feel tears welling up in her eyes. "You can't ruin my birthday like that," she said fighting back sobs, "Spinelli you were at The Black and White Ball, you know how my birthday was last year. And now, now it's my first birthday without Georgie," she took a deep breath, "I was counting on you to help me get through this. I was counting on you to help me make new birthday memories; and now you're saying you don't want to spend time with me, on my day. Thanks a lot," she glared at him grabbing her bag and running up the stairs to what she considered their room, now she wasn't so sure.

He stood there with his mouth wide open, confused, rolling his eyes he hurried up the stairs after her. He softly tapped on the door, "can I come in?"

"It's your room."

"Maximista I am sorry. The Jackal did not mean that he did not want to attend this social gathering with you; of course I will go with you. All I meant was it might be nice to be asked to attend something with you. That you shouldn't just assume,"

"I shouldn't just assume that my boyfriend would spend my birthday with me, doing whatever it was I insisted on doing!"

"Boyfriend?!"

"Boyfriend," she spat back.

"What? Wait, when did that happen? I thought we were just the best of friends."

"We've been more than best friends for a while now. Spinelli, we've been going out for almost a month now. I really didn't think I had to spell it out for you," she let a small grin shine through her still angered face.

"Maybe you should spell it out for me."

"Spinel," she started taking his hand, "Haven't you ever given my public displays of affection a second thought? Did you really think that was something I did with every guy, I mean I guess you could've thought that considering," she sighed realizing she was rambling, "anyway, I'm still living here, in your room, even though you're better; I fall asleep in your arms every night. Jason calls me your girlfriend silly. And Mac, he doesn't bother me about being here anymore. For the smartest guy I know."

"How did you know how I felt about you?"

"Like I couldn't tell all along?"

"You knew?"

"Yep, and I felt the same way, feel that same way, I was just being the queen of denial. I mean I didn't want you to get hurt, and I didn't want to get her. I just didn't want to see it, but," she didn't know what else to say.

"Okay, so The Jackal truly has his Maximista now?"

"I've only ever been your Maximista," she answered placing a light kiss on his lips. How could she ever be really mad at him?

"What costumes are we wearing to this shindig?"

"So we're going?"

"It's what you want is it not? I would have gone with you no matter what; it's just that it would have been nice to be asked for once."

"But," she practically sang, "you wouldn't know we were a couple if I had asked you," she shook her head, "I really thought you knew. Oh, hello, you asked about costumes."

"I did, I did. I'm sure you have something planned for us."

"Of course I do! Do you remember a couple of weeks ago when we volunteered in the pediatric ward at the hospital?"

"How could I forget," he groaned, "Nurse Nadine asked us to help act out fairy tales for the kids, and you dressed me up like a frog."

"Because you asked me to help, I'm sorry that The Frog Prince is one of my favorite fairy tales."

"I just don't see why I had to dress up like a frog."

"Because the story is about a frog turning into a prince and it was easier to dress you up like a frog and throw a crown on your head than have some elaborate costume change. I thought you had fun."

"Of course I had fun; I always have fun with kids, and, well, you."

"Alright, well I never took those costumes back; I was saving them for this party."

"So you want I The Jackal, The Grasshopper of Master Stone Cold to dress up like a frog again?"

She nodded her head grinning from ear to ear, "they are kind of a classic couple."

"It's not easy being green," he joked.

She rolled her eyes, "so its set then, I'm going as a princess and you're going as my frog prince. In the morning I need to get a dress," she paused, "would you like to come with me? How was that?"

"I would love to join you, but,"

"But what? Do you have to work?"

"It's always a possibility; however, I was going to ask what was wrong with the dress you wore when we acted out this fairytale at the hospital."

"Boys," she stated flatly, "It isn't right for this costume party, it doesn't have enough sparkle. Besides it's my birthday, I think I deserve a new dress."

"Girls," he shrugged.

"It's really not a bright idea to mess with your girlfriend like that, so close to her birthday," she teased.

"Girlfriend," he said shaking his head, "I still can't."

"I still can't believe you didn't know," she said shoving him onto the bed with a right hand engaging him in a passionate kiss.

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She wasn't all warm and cozy like she had been every morning since she moved in, but she reached across the bed anyway, where his warm body should've been a box was in its place. She smiled wondering what he was up to. Waking up in his arms would have been enough of a birthday present for her. She rolled onto her side and read the gift tag, 'For My Princess,' was written in the chicken scratch she had grown to love. She picked up the box, and slightly bit her bottom lip, wondering what he had done. She slowly untied the ribbon and slid the top off of the box, she giggled when she saw the plastic 'birthday girl' tiara, complete with fuzzy pink trim and rhinestones. She picked up her phone and dialed his number, "where are you," she asked when he answered.

"Happy Birthday," he said trying to ignore her question.

"Thanks, and this present is too cute, but I asked where you were."

"The Jackal has work to do."

"Jason's making you work on my birthday? Is he there? Put him on, I've got a few things I would like to say to him!"

"He's not here," he said quickly, "and the sooner I get off the phone with you, the sooner I can get back to work to ensure that I am finished in time for the party."

"You better not be doing anything that's going to make you late tonight, or that's going to get you in trouble."

"Does The Jackal ever get in trouble?"

"Well, no. But," she added, "Normally I'm there to bail you out in some way or another."

"I promise not to be late to the party. There will be a car to pick you up and take you to The MetroCourt."

"You're meeting me there?"

"Is that not okay? I swear I will not be late."

"Fine, meet me there, just know that I'll be looking for my present the entire time you're gone."

"The Maximista will never find it. Your present is nowhere near Casa de Stone Cold. How dumb do you think I am?"

"You're just saying that so I won't stumble across anything I shouldn't."

"No, your real present is not in the penthouse. Now, really, I have to finish this if you want me to make it back to you on time."

"Bye, don't be late," she warned.

She stomped her foot as she rode the elevator up to the restaurant, she would forego the haunted house Carly had set up on the 13th floor, this Halloween was supposed to be about making new memories, not anymore bad ones. She made her way into the party, admiring everyone costumes, but trying to focus on finding her frog, some prince he was being tonight. Of course he'd be late, it was her birthday, their first big event since he found out they were officially a couple, and the anniversary of one of the worst nights of her life. She was stopped by a fortune teller asking if she could gaze into her crystal ball, "only if you can find my boyfriend," she replied walking away. Carly had really outdone herself, the only thing a bit scary about this was the haunted house and it was floors away. The whole point of this thing was to get people's minds off the memory of The Black and White Ball and the shooting at Sonny and Kate's wedding about a month before. Fortune tellers, palm readers, magicians, it was all very mystical; not your typical scare the pants off people Halloween. She took a seat at the bar and decided to wait, if he didn't show up soon she was calling Jason to give him a piece of her mind.

Appearing out of nowhere was a masked man holding an elaborate gift bag. He gestured for her to take it, and reluctantly she did. She opened it up to reveal a stuffed frog, when she pulled it further out of the bag, it made a croaking sound, followed by 'kiss me.' She rolled her eyes, like she was really going to kiss a plush frog?!

"Kiss me," it repeated several times, until the bartender said, "kiss the damn frog already lady." Apparently all eyes were on her and her new toy, she gave it a small quick peck, hoping to lose everyone's attention. With a puff of smoke he appeared, not dressed as the frog she had insisted upon, but as a handsome prince, right then and there she knew dreams really could come true.

Hope you enjoyed. I was writing this and got an idea on how I want to finish another oneshot, I guess I need to figure the beginning and middle now. Also if you read my other story Competition and have any ideas feel free to share, I'll credit anyone who helps, I'm a little stuck and what to do with the next chapter.