Sorry I haven't updated in so long, but ever since the show went off the air I've been looking for new inspiration. Also, I was focused on the eighth grade trip to Washington, D.C. We went all from northeast Ohio to that place. We saw some hippies protesting. It was cool. But, back to the story. This one's kind of short, but bear with me.

There was dead silence for several moments. the room now had an air of a badly made soap opera. "But, my love," Macca continued dramatically. "Why are you here?"

"Oh!" Kylie exclaimed, followed by an unnecessary pause. "I was watching the news, and I happened to see that story." She placed the back of her hand against her forehead. "Oh, the horror! I also received this-" she thrust a piece of paper at Macca, earning a concerned look "-note in my mailbox. A note predicting your death!"

Macca took it and threw it behind her. "Oh, Kylie, how many times has my life been riddled with such things? There are constantly people fighting to see me locked away, or worse, killed. And that is because I have a reputation."

"Oh, but your reputation is too much! It is the very thing that teared our love apart!"

"But, we are not they only ones who have been damaged by love." Macca threw an arm around Roadface, who was now staring at the ground, a fist placed against her heart.

"I, too, have been betrayed by Hollywood love stories, left alone to wander the freeway, only to almost meet my demise at the will of a Mack truck." She pressed a hand over her scar. "Oh, the tragedy."

There was a moment of silence, during which the three of them were standing in a group hug. Someone, presumably Vinnie, coughed and made a disturbed noise. "Um," Charley said slowly. "Are you three done?"

"Oh, my," Kylie stated, pressing a hand against he cheek and closing her eyes briefly. "I see in the heat of the moment I have neglected to wish my dear friend a happy birthday. I'm sorry, and I don't have a present either." She paused. "I give you my love in the form of Macca." She pushed said person foreword. "She means a lot to me."

"And yet you're just giving me away," Macca commented with a small eye roll.

"Our love is priceless," Kylie countered, throwing her arms around Macca's neck.

"Wait," Vinnie began, throwing his arms out with a confused look. "Are you serious or is there a camera somewhere and this is going to show up on TV as a soap opera?"

"We're serious," Kylie assured. "You see, Macca is my ex-fiance."

There was a period of silence. "Do you have a problem with my being gay, Snowflake?" Macca asked, forming a fist. Vinnie shrunk.

"Of course not," he said, slowly inching behind Modo for protection. "Why would I?"

"In case you're wondering, I'm Kylie. I've known Macca since the second grade."

"And contrary to popular belief, I did graduate," Macca added with an air of self-satisfaction.

"Yeah, totally. Anyway, it's wonderful meeting you people. Or, uh, mice." She flounced out of the kitchen without another word.

"Well, that was interesting," Roadface chirped, clapping her hands together. "I got you a present. Something that I knew you would use everyday." She handed Charley a neatly wrapped box.

"It's...my wallet," she said slowly. "Thank you, Road."

"I knew it's what you always wanted."

"Here, have some money," Macca said, throwing a ten dollar bill at her. "Don't say I never gave you anything."

"You gave me a concussion once," Charley pointed out, which inspired three angry stares from the mice.

"Dude, we were seven, and ran into you at the top of the slide. It was an accident. I didn't mean to."

"Is the lovely Loni Machine admitting her faults?" Roadface asked, grabbing Macca's shoulder.

"No. I'm admitting that I was stupid when I was seven."

"Are you still stupid?"

"I graduated, man, and that's more than you can say."

"Aw, that's low."

"So, Charley, what you wish for?" Macca asked, vaulting over the back of the couch and slumping into the back.

"Well, actually, I need an errand run. Would you and Vinnie mind doing it?"

"What?"