(I had some issues with my damn computer, so if this chapter's format is all wonky, I'm sorry. Oh, and I'm also sorry but I won't be updating as much because I'm writing another story that I'm kinda getting into. But, I'm still writing this one no matter what, and there's still lots more to it)

Some weeks later

"Guess what day it is," Elizabeth sang as she let Ren inside her house.

"I can't imagine," she replied.

Gordie called from the living room, where he was sitting at a couch, looking proper. "Ren, just humour her."

"Hmm, is it my birthday?" Ren guessed.

"Why would I invite you over for YOUR birthday?" she scoffed.

"Well then, it must be YOUR birthday."

Elizabeth giggled and did a dance. "You are correct! Gordie, show her what she's won while I go find some food!"

Gordie muttered, "You have won a seat on the couch. Congratulations."

"Oh boy," Ren laughed, and sat down next to him. "Hello Gordie. Come here often?"

"If you do not cut out the semen emission jokes, I might have to get mad at you, Ren," he growled.

"Okay, I'll remind myself in further encounters not to say the word 'come' around Gordie." She grinned. "So Gordie, fornicate here often?"

Gordie smacked her with a magazine. She shrieked and hit him with a pillow.

"Stop flirting, you're both taken!" Elizabeth shouted from the kitchen.

Gordie sunk down in his seat and grumbled, "I wish Chris would get here."

"So do I. He's more fun to bug than you are. He doesn't hit or go all pre-menstrual syndrome on me."

"That's because his premature ejaculations aren't funny to you because it affects you directly."

The doorbell rang. Gordie and Ren sprang off the couch to answer.

"Chris!" Ren breathed, happy to see him.

"My best friend!" Gordie cried. "Your girlfriend is a horrible human being!"

"I am not!" she snapped. "Gordie was the one saying how you…get a little too eager-beaver!"

"I don't want to know," Chris said, smiling oddly at them. "Sounds like a disgusting conversation anyway. I'm here to celebrate Elizabeth's SPECIAL day. Where the fuck is she? She throws a party and doesn't even come to the door?"

"I'm in here! I'm eating!" Elizabeth called.

"Without us?" he called back. "That doesn't surprise me."

Later on, they were up in her room, listening to music.

"So, how does it feel to be sweet sixteen?" Ren asked her, eating a cracker from the plate of food Elizabeth had put together.

"Technically, I'm not sixteen as of yet," Elizabeth said sadly. "I was born at 3:34 in the afternoon, so ask me in two more minutes, as it is currently 3:32."

"You're little," Chris laughed. "I'll be nineteen in three months and you're still not even sixteen yet."

"At least I'm not an old fart," she said defensively. "I still have my youthful beauty."

"Beauty?" Chris asked, confused.

"Okay, the most important question is, are we having cake?" Ren asked.

"Right now?" Chris glanced at her. "We've only been here for like a half hour."

"Of course right now, it's her birthday isn't it?"

"Not officially," he replied.

"Well, I'm hungry right now."

"There's crackers."

"Crackers." She frowned. "Schmuh."

"Schmuh?"

"Yes, schmuh," she confirmed. "So, are we having cake?"

"At 3:30 in the afternoon?"

"3:33," Elizabeth corrected, checking her watch. "Ooh, one more minute!"

"I love cake," Gordie said out of nowhere.

"Oh, so do I," Ren agreed. "I hope I don't have to wait much longer."

"We're having supper first," Elizabeth told them.

"What are we having?"

"I don't know. I think like, um, spaghetti or something."

"I like spaghetti," Ren said appreciatively. "Can't go wrong with spaghetti."

"Have you ever eaten spaghetti and put cheese whiz and tomato soup in it?" Gordie asked no one in particular. "Mm, mm, good."

Elizabeth arched an eyebrow at him. "That's just weird, Gordie."

"Whatever, Miss Dips-Her-Pickles-In-Peanut-Butter."

"Ewww!" Ren and Chris cried.

"Hey, have you tried it?" Elizabeth demanded. "Obviously not since you think it's gross, because it's really good!" She looked at her watch again. "Okay, okay, shut up everyone, it's time for the birthday count down!"

"Mimimimimimimimimimi," Gordie squawked to annoy her, using his hands as puppets to imitate her.

"Shut up!" she cried. "Ten, nine, eight, seven--"

"Little monkeys," Ren sang.

Chris snapped his head to look at her oddly. "What?"

"Seven little monkeys, sitting on a post," she continued.

"Shhh!" Elizabeth pleaded. "Four, three--"

Gordie pounced on her. She screamed in surprise.

"Don't do it--" Chris began to protest.

But Gordie ignored him, kissing Elizabeth poetically despite the howls of disgust from Ren and Chris.

When he broke away, Elizabeth blinked several times, and sputtered, "Happy birthday to ME!"

"Hahaha, see guys, that was LEGAL, because she's sixteen now," Gordie giggled.

"Well, it shouldn't be legal, considering how sick you make me," Chris said, thoroughly grossed out.