Yeah, We Know We're Special! (Akatsuki Fanficion) DISCONTINUED

Chapter Three: The Birthday Party Part One

Eliza's POV

"My songs know what you did in the dark, so light 'em up," I sang along with Fall Out Boy's lead singer as I drove down the road to Nichole's house. Today, awesomely, was her birthday and I was going to surprise her by being there before she got home from school.

I thought it was lucky that the district gave out all of it's information online, that way I didn't have to fake a call. Not only that but I was going to laugh when she found out just what I got her. I'm such a badass.

By the time I finally pulled into Nichole's driveway the song had switched and I was now humming along to Sally by my favorite death band, One-Eyed Doll.

Chuckling evilly I hopped out of the borrowed jeep and ran up to Nichole's front door and peeked in the foggy window. I had been called by her dad and warned that she would be alone for a while because he would be off on business and I had agreed to look after her and see that she would be okay. Her dad had told me about the creepy cats they had found and I wanted nothing more to meet the creepy critters.

Finding their spare key under their door mat, I unlocked the door and stepped in. I enjoyed the cool blast of air that I felt when I walked into the house, it was so much better than the summer air.

Closing the door with my foot I glared at the white cat with magenta eyes and it did the same back to me. "Look here, Fur Ball, we can either get along and let Nichole have a good birthday, or we can't and you will be banished so that Nichole can have a good birthday. Its a win-win for me, but its all up to you." I rose an eye brow, waiting for the kitty to meow or hiss or something.

He chose to hiss, but left me alone.

"Tsk, thought so."

Sighing to myself I looked around, putting the borrowed car's keys on the small table near the door I took off my shoes and made my way to the kitchen. Looking at the clock above the stove I nodded to myself. It was just a little before 12:00 and that meant I had maybe an two and a half hours to finish with the cake, the decorations, and the set up.

Rubbing my hands together I got started. Making a mental note to clean extra well so that I didn't get cat hair in the cake. Because even her, the world's most annoying animal lover, didn't want a hairy cake.

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I heard the door open and a "Kitties I'm...why is the house so dark?" Nichole's curious voice filled my ears and I gripped the knife in my hand a little tighter with excitement, biting my lip so I didn't make a sound. "H-hello? Kitties? Is anyone-" I watched as she stepped on my small little red X and then threw the knife.

As I had guess it landed right next to her head and stuck into the wall.

Nichole screamed bloody murder and fell on her ass while I laughed hysterically. "That was to good! Happy Birthday!" I choked out through my laughter.

"What the hell, Eliza!" Nichole cried angrily. She threw her book at me, but it missed completely. "You know I don't like surprises you bitch!"

Letting out the last of my laughs I let out a sigh and turned back on most of the lights and released the cats from Nichole's room. Going back to the kitchen I pulled the finished cake that I had made and set it on the table. "Isn't it beautiful?"

"Err.." Nichole took her finger and poked it. "What flavor is it?"

"Red velvet, what else would it be?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

Nichole shrugged and took a bite, "Not bad, but it doesn't taste as good as grandma's."

"It is grandma's smartass," I retorted, seeing if she would change her answer.

"Hm, she's losing her touch," Nichole hummed before picking up the cake and turning to me.

Staring at the cake in her hands and how she stared at me I chuckled and said, "Well, fatass, the first thing on our agenda to do is watch me dance because you sure as hell can't, but you can sing."

Nichole nodded, giving me a knowing smile. "I like watching you dance. It could kill children, so, get moving, I think my cousins are coming over."

I patted her on the shoulder, "The things I do for you," I shook my head. "You video tape this, I kill you. This is a personal dance and if you wanna tape it, you owe me 300 dollars." Nichole raised an eyebrow and I snorted and smacked my ass. "You think this shit comes cheap?"

Rolling her eyes Nichole teasingly said over her shoulder as she walked out of the room and to the living room to set up her XBOX 360, "Only prostitutes come cheap you whore. And what is this? A lap dance. It's just for me, so you must be rubbing on some junk."

Walking in behind her I repeated, "The things I do for you."

"Bitch and moan all you want, but I tell you when to stop."

"Why is everyone calling me bitch today?"

"What? They can't state facts?"

Giving her an annoyed look I retorted, "You want me to kick your ass, don't you?"

"I'm trying to eat, just dance, I need entertainment, and hurry. My cousins are coming over."

Letting out yet another sigh I looked over my options and laughed, "How about Spectronizer?"

"Nah, I don't know the lyrics..."

"Read them off the screen," I deadpanned.

"Wait..." She looked closer at the picture. "Ugh, not that stupid remake of Power Rangers, hell no, do something different."

Rolling my eyes I did so. "How about-"

"WAIT WAIT WAIT!" Nichole yelled, flipping out on the couch. "PICK THAT ONE! GO DOWN! NO, UP YOU IDIOT! YES! NO! STAY!"

My sweat dropped and I glared at her, "Calm the fuck down, Jashin, you sound like a baby who hasn't been fed for weeks." I growled, rubbing my ears to add effect.

"Just shut up and click it." She paused and then purred, "Click it real good."

I shuddered and mumbled, "Ew. You being sexual. Not your thing, sweet cheeks."

"Just click it!"

I sighed and swept my hand in front of me, setting up the song. "Are you going to join me, my lil queen?"

"No, I won't. I mean I would, but what fun would it be? I'm terrible at this game," Nichole deadpanned, waving me off. She dug herself farther in the couch and smiled at me in a pervish way as I began to dance. "COME ON! KILL MY KIDDY COUSINS!" I laughed as she screamed that. I don't know what she had against her little cousins besides their pesty personalities, or what she got from my decent dancing, but something about that sentence made me want to crumble with laughter. And that was a new feeling for me. Something I didn't embrace.