('Grab the chair boys, we got another bucket kicker!' Ahem... please ignore that I said that.)

Gizmo was confused. All morning, everyone had been whispering and snickering. And it wouldn't have been so bad, except it only happened when he was in the room. (Don't ask how he knows that).

Now, he was in his garage, tinkering with something or other and not really paying attention.

He glanced at the calender and did a double take. "Oh. Yeah. It's my birthday." He mumbled, his eyes slightly widening.

Then he heard Angel yell, "Hey, Gizmo, could you help me with something?" Gizmo sighed and said, "Be right there!" Life goes on.

He walked into the living room and the lights were off. "Hey, what the hairball?" He said. "Turn them on, you idiot!" Someone hissed, probably Kitten. "Sorry!" The lights flipped on and Gizmo's eyes were huge.

All the original members of HIVE, plus Kitten and Ravager, were in there. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" Everyone yelled.

Gizmo was shocked. "I... uh... I didn't tell anybody though..." He stuttered, thankfully not mentioning that he had almost forgotten it as well. Angel rubbed his head. "Hey, you really thought we'd forget?" Gizmo shrugged and then smirked. "Hey, cake!"

Everyone laughed.

Angel and Kitten had called a truce with their previous prank war, even though Kitten was insistent that she won, and had baked a chocolate cake. Ravager supervised (and stopped them from strangling each other) and made the frosting.

Everyone had stolen him a present, usually a video game or something like that.

Gizmo was about to test out his new mega monkeys game when Kitten tapped his shoulder and said, "Melvin couldn't be here, but she flagged me down and told me to give this to you."

Gizmo took the package from Kitten and slowly opened it, not sure what to expect.

It was a make it yourself pirate boat for adults, one of those really fancy ones. A note was attached to it.

Hi Mikron!

I'm sorry I couldn't be there today... Robin doesn't want me to spend time with you anymore.

Raven told me not to listen to him. She thinks I'm good for you... whatever that means.

I hope you like the pirate ship!

From, your best friend, Melvin.

P.S. Bobby helped me pick it out.

Gizmo smiled. "Thanks, Mel." He whispered softly.

(Last part was kinda sad... grrr! Me and my drama.

Lust: Hehehe... 69.

What the! Go back to the box and stop making perverted comments!

Lust: You suck.

Stupid freaking muses...

Bye byes, remember to review!)