Hey ya'll! Here's the next chapter! You should all leave me a review about what you think Oncie should get her for her birthday, kay? Because you love me? I hope? Thanks!
I lean over the Once-ler as he sleeps, my eyes wide with anticipation. Any second now, his alarm will ring six o'clock a.m., and he'll wake up. It's his birthday today, and freaking him out is how I'll get him awake enough to do something.
It rings. His eyes open. He screams. "What the heck?"
I laugh, covering my mouth with my hand. "Good morning, honey!" I move my hand and kiss his forehead. "Sleep well?"
"Until I woke up and had a heart attack!" he yelps. I laugh again.
"Sorry!" I get off his bed and stand in front of him, my hands behind my back, bouncing on the balls of my feet. "It's someone's birthday!"
"Then why don't you go wish them a happy birthday and let me sleep." He picks his pillow up and flops back down onto the bed, covering his face with it. I giggle and lift the pillow back up.
"Silly!" I giggle more. "It's your birthday and you know it!" He groans.
"Exactly why you need to let me sleep in." He pulls the pillow out of my hands and puts it over his head again. I roll my eyes.
"Guess I'll return your present then." I took a step towards the door.
"You do that," he calls. I frown and cross my arms.
"Oncie!" I snap. "Come on!"
"It's my birthday, and Saturday," he says, his voice muffled by the pillow. "Can't I sleep in?"
"No."
He sighs. "Fair enough." He sits up, holding the pillow in his lap. I grin and rush to the bed, hopping onto the pillow.
"Yay!" I wrap my arms around his neck. "Thank you!" I kiss his cheek. He rolls his eyes.
~!~!~!~
"Can I please open my eyes?" the Once-ler asks. I shake my head, though he can't see. I've tied a blindfold around his head so it covers his eyes.
"No!" I say. "Not yet!" I continue pulling him until we're behind my house, where I said, "Okay! Open 'em!" He unties the bandana and looks. His eyebrows go up.
"A donkey?"
"An ass!" I correct. "You said you felt like an ass for not getting my present yet, so I got you an ass!" He stares at me for about five seconds before throwing his head back and laughing. I smile triumphantly and he hugs me, kissing the top of my head. "Do you like him?"
"Yeah," he says, still laughing. I smile more.
"Good. I hoped you would." I let go of him and walked to the donkey, scratching him behind his ears. "His name is Melvin."
"Melvin?" Oncie repeats. I nod.
"Yeah. It's a good donkey name, isn't it?" I ask, petting Melvin in between his eyes. I swear, that ass smiles.
"Yeah." He pulls me to my feet and wraps his arms around my waist. "I love you, Sally." He kisses my forehead.
"I love you too, Oncie." I nestle my head on his chest.
~!~Oncie's POV~!~
"Hey, Yo-Yo?" I grab her arm and pull her over to me. "Do me a favor?"
"Nope," she says, trying to walk away again. I keep a firm grip on her wrist and yank her back.
"C'mon, Yo-Yo please? I need to know what to get Sally for her birthday." I let go of her arm.
"Underwear," she says immediately. My eyebrows pull together. "You know, since you steal all hers." My jaw drops open.
"I do not take her underwear! That's just weird!"
"Don't lie, Perv!" Yo-Yo exclaims. "I know you keep them under your hat!" She reaches up to take my hat off, but I hold it against my head. I don't have anything under it, but I don't want some weirdo taking my hat!
"I have hair under my hat! Nothing else!"
"Besides underpants!"
"I don't have underwear under my hat!" I declare, smiling slightly at a teacher that passes by. She gives us a look, but continues on.
"Then why won't you take it off?" Yo-Yo practically yells, jumping to reach my hat since I'm so much taller than her.
"Fine!" I lift my hat off my head and act like I'm trying to pour something out of it, then I lean over and peer up into it. "Hmm, no underwear that I can see."
"Gimme that!" She snatches the hat from my hands and runs her hand along the inside of it. "Oh...well, I'm keeping this until you admit it!" She runs off, not giving me a chance to speak or get my hat back. I sigh and run my hand through my hair.
I never stole Sally's underwear. Not intentionally, at least. When we were little we'd run around with pairs on our heads. I've had to touch a few pairs while helping her mother do laundry. And yes, there is a pair at my house, but that was because she left them there months ago and I never returned them. Why Yo-Yo came to the conclusion I stole them, I'll never know.
~!~Sally's POV~!~
"Where's your hat?" I ask the Once-ler as I sit beside him in Health class.
"Yo-Yo stole it," he replies casually. I nod, not asking why. You can never know with Yo-Yo.
"How friendly." I set my script book on the table. We got the parts. And we have a huge rehearsal the night of my birthday from eight at night to midnight. I'm excited, but bought many Red Bulls for the occasion. "So."
"So?" he asks.
"What are you getting me?"
His eyes widen ever so slightly. "Uh...it's a surprise." He has no idea, I think, amused. I giggle.
"Fair enough." I pause. "I say that a lot, don't I?"
"Not a lot," he says with a shrug. "Enough." I grin and say, "Fair enough." We both laugh.
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