Me: Thank you so much for all the favorites, follows, and reviews! This is only my third chapter and I can already feel the love! Haha!

I am so sorry for updating late! I've been really busy with school work (I think our teachers have secretly agreed to make our lives hell. I mean, who gives four long tests in one week?! And those homeworks…. -.-) and also because I was making sure my costume for Cosplay Mania 2014 was good.

I met up with my ex-crush/close friend (ok, so maybe I still like him, even though I've been trying not to have any more feelings for the guy, but just can't seem to stop, and it's been almost two years of having a crush on him) and his two friends from his old school (who were totally fabulous. I dubbed one of them Glasses Guy because he was the most serious among us four and he wore glasses. The other guy was like another me, except, well, male. I dubbed him The Other Self, yes, based on the song from Kuroko no Basuke 3 ). It was fun. Fabulous, even.

Enough of my life for now…

Well, I hope you guys enjoy this chapter!

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Chapter 3: My Birthday Party Pt. 1

A birthday is the day when you were born, hence the words 'birth' and 'day'.

Gabrielle's birthdays were always a blast. Her friends would come over and they'd go to adventure parks or pools or gardens.

On my birthdays, it was merely a blowing of the cake and it was done.

But, I never enjoyed birthdays. Perhaps it was because I always believed that it was just an ordinary day, like any other day, except for the fact that you were born on that day. I never understood why you had to celebrate it. I mean, what was the point of it? Sure, you were a year older, and lost yet another year of your lifespan, but why bother celebrating it?

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So, please let me get one thing straight: Never make me wear or have anything pink.

My mom said that I was 'cute' in that pink frilly dress she bought me, but believe me, I almost puked at the sight of it.

I have nothing against dresses, but pink? I'd have a seizure.

The only reason I tolerated it was because my mom used puppy eyes on me, and she kind of guilt-tripped me.

I shuddered as I recalled how she did it.

~Flashback~

"Oh, Chrome~ I have a dress that you might like~" I heard my mom say as she entered my room.

She showed me a pink dress with frills and glitter. "What do you think?"

I stared at her and shook my head firmly. "No."

"But, why not Chrome?" she whined.

"I hate pink." I said, as I was (finally) able to complete my sentences.

"But, Chrome~" she whined again.

"Pink disgusts me." I replied.

"But, Chrome~, isn't this the least you could do for your mother? I mean, I fed you when you were a baby, changed your diapers each night, made sure you enjoyed… Can't you wear it just this once, for me?" she said with puppy eyes.

…

"Fine."

She smiled as brightly as the sun, if that was even possible. "Aww, thanks, Chrome!"

~Flashback End~

And that was how I ended up wearing this monstrosity.

But, I guess I did really owe her a lot. She took care of me, her daughter – well, not really daughter.

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When I had arrived downstairs in our ballroom (yes, my mom is some kind of rich person even though she only has a catering business), I saw hundreds of people.

There were ladies chatting with men flirtatiously (I may be a child, but I had a mind of a teenager, so of course I'd know flirting when I saw it), who were flirting back. Musicians played classical music as some couples danced along.

There were men in tuxedos who were a bit intimidating and creepy. They were smiling, but for some reason, I felt as if their smiles were fa—

Oh my gosh, is that food?

I felt my mouth water as I stared at the food on the table, specifically, the desserts. There were chocolate-coated strawberries, marshmallows dipped in strawberry fondue, pumpkin flan, apple pies, chocolate sponge cakes, vanilla cupcakes coated with chocolate powder, and best of all: THERE WERE COOKIES.

I attempted to get to the dessert section without hitting anybody.

Jeez, where was my mom? I mean, after I changed she just left, instructing me to just go down on my own. In my other life, my classmates would have said 'What kind of a mom leaves her kid alone!?'. But then again, I wasn't like any other kid, now was I?

I was only a few steps away from heaven when I bumped into someone's back, making me fall onto the floor. "Ow…"

"What's wrong with you?" the person, a boy with yellow hair and sky blue eyes, said, annoyed.

I stood up and glared at him. "I'm sorry for hitting you, but you don't have to be so rude, you fag."

He was surprised a little, as he said, "You're a baby, and yet you can speak like that?"

"No duh." I said as I swept past him.

"Hey!" he called out.

Turning around, I demanded, "What do you want?"

"How old are you, anyways, kid?" he asked.

"I turned one today." I replied. "And you?"

"Five, in fact," he said. "Well, that's all. Now, shoo."

"Who invited you here, anyway?" I said, crossing my arms.

"Why do you want to know?" he asked.

"Oh, I don't know, because I'm the birthday celebrant?" I replied, clicking my tongue.

He paled as he repeated, "Y-You're the… birthday celebrant?"

"I believe I've just said that, but yes, I am." I said. "Why?"

He didn't appear to be listening to me anymore as he muttered words to himself. The only words I caught were 'mom', 'kill', 'so dead', and 'her'.

"Yo, dude." I said, gaining his attention. "You okay?"

He glared at me, but it was more of an annoyed look. "Do I look like I'm okay? My mom is going to kill me if she finds out that I argued with her best friend's daughter!"

Oh, so our mom's know each other? Interesting…

"Why don't I just go and tell your mother, then?" I said as I tried to walk away.

He had grabbed my arm before I could leave and hissed, "Don't you dare!"

Looking at him with an innocent face, I asked, "Don't I dare what?"

"You know what!" he whined. "She's going to kill me!"

Oh my gosh, he looks like a kicked puppy right now… My heart always aches when I see poor, abused puppies, and this guy looks like one of them! AGHHHH.

Hesitantly, I touched him. When he didn't pull away, I had hugged him. "Don't worry, I was lying when I said I wouldn't tell. Don't cry…"

He started shaking, so I assumed he was crying.

Ah, dang.

"Please don't cry…" I said, hugging him even tighter.

"But you'll tell her…" he said.

"I won't, I promise!" I said.

Then, he shook even harder, but I didn't feel any tears. Curious, I stepped back and saw that he was laughing, so I punched his arm.

"Ow, what was that for!" he exclaimed as he massaged his arm.

"That's for making me apologize to someone like you." I replied as I headed over to the dessert section.

I heard him scoff as he walked away.

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When I got to the desserts section, I got a plate and started filling it with 31% chocolate coated strawberries, 19% marshmallows, and 50% cookies. What? Oh, don't look at me at like that. I love cookies, jeez. Cookies are life. Cookies are love.

I sat on an empty table and began eating to my delight. When I had finished, my mom arrived. Finally! She descended down the staircase and the guests quieted down, along with the music.

"Thank you all, for taking the time to attend my daughter's birthday party," Mom said. "As you all know, she's turned a year old today. So, I would like to introduce my daughter, Chrome. Chrome, dear, come here, please."

I jumped, yes, jumped, off of the chair and ran to Mom. She held me close and lifted me in the air as she laughed.

"This is Chrome," she said.

After she set me down, she introduced me to many guests, who all greeted me a happy birthday. It's different from the birthdays I had at home… Although, it actually feels quite nice… celebrating it…

At last, we arrived at a family of two: a woman with pink hair and sky blue eyes and that jerk face from a while ago.

"Bianca, dear!" the woman exclaimed as she hugged my mom tightly.

"Rosetta!" Mom exclaimed. "Oh, I haven't seen you in years!"

"I know right!" Rosetta said. "Thanks for inviting me and my son here."

"Oh, please," Mom said. "You and your son are always welcome here!"

I then glared at the jerk, who glared back at me. Him, welcome here? I'd rather sniff Levi's butt. …On second thought, I'd rather have the jerk here.

"Rosetta, could I leave Chrome with you for a while? I have… business to attend to." Mom said. I didn't understand really. If it was business, then why would my mom have to be so secretive about it? I mean, it's only a catering business. Meh…

"Of course!" Rosetta said.

"Chrome, I'll leave you with Auntie Rosetta, ok?" Mom said, ruffling my hair. I nodded. She then left.

Turning to Rosetta, I said, "Hi, Auntie. My name's Chrome. It's nice to meet you."

"Aww, you can already speak so well, and you're only one?" Rosetta squealed as she pinched my cheeks lightly. "You are so cute~ You know, my Angelo here only learned to speak well like you around a year ago."

I turned to Angelo. When Rosetta wasn't looking, I smirked at him and looked back at his mother, knowing well what his reaction was.

Rosetta was talking to me about the food and how she loved it so much. I understood. Food was the best thing in the world. …Next to turtles, of course. Turtles are fabulous.

"Auntie, it's fine. You can go eat." I said.

"But I promised your Mom I'd watch you…" Rosetta said.

"It'll only take a little while, right?" I said. "It's fine. You can just leave Angelo in charge of me."

"Wait, wha—" he tried to say, but his mother ignored him and beamed at me, saying, "You are such a genius, Chrome~ Okay, I'll take you up on that offer. Angelo, take care of her, alright? If she's harmed in any way, even the tiniest scratch, I'll personally punish you~ Ok, bye, kids!"

As she went away, I shivered. "I understand why you're afraid of her now."

He nodded, then said, "Why'd you say that? I thought you hated me…"

"…I don't hate you." I said, making him surprised. "Although, I do enjoy annoying you."

He sweatdropped, but gave me a small smile and said something that I wasn't able to hear.

"What was that?" I asked him. "I wasn't able to hear it."

He laughed and said, "No need to worry about it."

"You know, you're actually quite nice to be with, if you're not being a jerk." I said, beaming at him.

I swear his cheeks turned a little pink.

He looked away and said, "You, too, Chrome. You, too…"

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Me: Ah, is this the beginning of a new friendship? Or something more? Meh, who knows. Lol.

I really am sorry for updating late. It wasn't only the long tests and homeworks and exams and that accursed PE project (that I wasted five minutes of my life on), but also the fact that… my friends have made me obsessed with League of Legends… again. So, yeah.

But, on a lighter note, you can expect another chapter on Saturday! Or next week! Who knows?

Well, review please!