NOTE: MY STORY'S BETTER THAN THE MOVIE!!! WOO HOO!!!!

DISCLAIMER: I know people are tired of hearing the same old crap, so I'm not gonna say: 'I don't own any of the Superstars, they own themselves, blah, blah, blah…' I'm just gonna say that: the story is a little similar to the movie, but not quite… so it's okay to read this before actually watching the movie. Read my story and review it damn it! … Pweez =(

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"Dude, I am not leaving." Matt whispered.

"Okay, okay… I'll just… I'll tell her you apologized or something."

Matt sighed. "Whatever."

Jeff smiled and went into the living room. Trish and Eddie were watching 'Forest Gump'.

"Hey guys."

"Hey baby." Trish mumbled.

"Sup, Jeff?" Eddie kept his eyes glued to the TV. "Hey Jeff?"

"Yeah?"

"You're southern, right?"

"Yeah."

"Did your mama always tell you that 'laf is lak a bawx of chawclates… and you'll naver know whut chur gonna git'?" Eddie started cracking up.

Trish laughed, too.

Jeff took a deep breath. "Nope. But she did tell me that stupid is as stupid does."

Eddie's smile faded. "Wha?"

Jeff laughed.

Trish moved closer to Jeff on the couch. "Jeffy?"

"Yes?"

"My birthday's coming up… the day after tomorrow."

"I know."

"Hmm… I like the bench Forest is sitting on…"

Jeff raised his eyebrow. "Okay?"

"ME TOO!" Eddie cried.

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Matt and Jeff walked through the mall, looking for something to buy Trish. They had been shopping for hours and Jeff still didn't know what to get Trish.

Matt was tired already. "Get her a… bra… like a lacey thing. Don't they like that?" Matt said, looking at a Victoria's Secret poster.

Jeff shook his head. "Mm-mm… too… lusty."

Matt scratched his head. "Get her a jewelry box. You know, the kind with the ballerina that spins and plays a stupid melody. I'm tired of seeing her earrings tossed around on the counter."

"Mm-mm… too… thoughtful."

Matt sighed. "How 'bout… a… pair of shoes?"

"Mm-mm… too… relationshippy."

"A bracelet?"

"Mm-mm… too… lovey."

"A book?"

"Mm-mm… too –"

"Alright, Jeff, shut the hell up."

"Sorry."

"How 'bout… a candle? Girls like nice smelling things!"

"Too sexy."

"Perfume?"

"Too girly."

"Jeff, she is a girl."

"Nah, for me, I mean. She hugs me a lot… I'd walk around smelling like a chick."

Matt nodded. "I see… Amy's the same way."

"She said something about a bench…" Jeff mumbled.

"Dude, you're not gonna get her a bench for her birthday, are you?"

Jeff groaned. "Her birthday's tomorrow, man."

"HEY! I KNOW! MAKE HER SOMETHING!"

Jeff curled his lip. "I was six nearly fourteen years ago, but thanks for the memories, bro."

Matt shrugged.

"I dunno… I'll think of something. In the meantime, I'll get her a card."

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The next night, Trish waited excitedly for the clock to strike 10:34 PM… the time she was born.

"It's ten-thirty two! Where's Eddie?" She cried.

"He went to go get your gift." Jeff said.

"And Marvin?"

"MATT won't be home till late."

"Oh, okay… ten-thirty three!!! Oh, Jeffy! Aren't you excited? I'll be a year older in like… a MINUTE!"

"Oh yay."

"I KNOW!"

Jeff bit his lip, kind of nervous about what she would think of his gift. He grasped the rectangular pink box in his hands and watched as the clock grew nearer to 10:34.

"I had such a great day! My friends took me out to lunch and then we went shopping… and then we saw a movie… I'm pretty exhausted…but I can't wait to open your gift! I'm so excited!"

"Yep… me too…"

"Jeffy?"

"Yes?"

Trish smiled. "Thanks for spending time with me… I really appreciate – OH YAY IT'S TIME! GIMME GIMME!"

"Uh… aren't you gonna finish what you were saying?"

"Hell no, I was just trying to pass time." Trish grabbed the box.

"WAIT! Don't open it yet… there's a card." Jeff stood up and got the card that was on top of the TV. "Here."

Trish smiled. "Thank you." She grinned as she tore open the white envelope. She opened the card and read it aloud. "To a special… pal…" she looked up and faked a smile at Jeff. "Have a great birthday. XO, Jeff… I'm your pal?"

Jeff shook his head. "No, no… you're my special pal."

Trish rolled her eyes. "Gimme the box."

Jeff handed her the gift.

She shook it first. "Hmm… sounds light… wonder what it is… could it be… lingerie?" She seductively licked her lips at Jeff.

"Damn, I should've gotten her that bra…" He mumbled.

"What was that, babe?" Trish mumbled as she began to tear the paper.

"Nothin'."

Trish lifted the top off to see plenty of tissue paper. She dug through it and pulled out a big green wad of money.

"Cash? You got me cash?"

Jeff grinned. "Uh-huh! One hundred and eighty seven dollars!"

Trish frowned. "What are you, my uncle? I can't believe you got me cash!"

"Well I thought –"

"Cash… Jeff… for my birthday… cash…"

Just then, the door flew open and Eddie came in, pulling a little red wagon. There was a massive object on top of it, covered in a sheet.

"Bumpin' up n down in muh little red wagon…" Eddie sang quietly as he pulled it into the living room.

Trish jumped up, smiling and clapping her hands. "EDDIE! You got me a wagon?!"

"NO WAY… but you can keep it if you want. Your present is underneath!" Eddie tugged the sheet. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TRISH!"

On the wagon sat a little white bench with pink flowers on it.

"THE BENCH! OH, EDDIE, I LOVE IT! I LOVE YOU! THIS IS THE BEST PRESENT EVER!"

"I KNOW! We can sit on it and say 'laf is lak a bawx of chawclates… naver know whut chur gonna git'!"

Trish nodded. "Oh, but… I don't have chocolates."

"I DO!"

"YAY!"

Jeff just shook his head in disbelief. "Life is like a box of chocolates…" he mumbled.

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