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Gift: Birthday SurpriseSqueakers walked into the former Little Seeds of Hope Orphanage, an arm bundled with things in it, only to see his best friend, Elizabeth, or as he called her, Elli, hanging Christmas lights from corner to corner. In the summer.Gift: Birthday Surprise by t11baf
"What are you doing up there, Doofus? And why are you hanging Christmas lights in the end of frickin' July?!" He barked, a frown crossing his face as the ex director, Ms. Foster, Elizabeth's adoptive mother entered and upon seeing the boy, her mouth opened in shock.
"Don't you have errands to run, Squeakers, Hun?"
"Sorry Charlie, I slain all your 'errands'; drop your act, you two. What are you doing for my birthday that puts the world out of order, anyhow?"
"It's a Christmas in July theme, silly!" Elizabeth giggled. "I thought you had enough logic to deduct that. So anyways we got you a birthday cake- happy fifteenth!" Elizabeth handed Squeakers a small cake that was chocolate, and cherries, and chocolate. Squeakers was ready to devour the cak
Gift: For ElizabethSqueakers made it to the Slaton home early that day. He saw the door was shut, and twisted on the knob. Hm. Locked. Shit. And he'd forgotten his keys and the wooden one he'd carved in his room. But then he'd remembered Claire always kept a spare under the welcome mat. Apparently nobody was home. The grand piano stared at him, and as he sat at the bench, the door he'd forgotten to close slammed behind himGift: For Elizabeth by t11baf
"Honey, I'm home! D'ya miss me?" Squeakers head snapped, almost immediately recognizing the voice.
"With every bullet so far, Vera. Say, don't you have to go be stupid somewhere else anyways when school's still in?" She huffed, before opening her arms wide, and Squeakers reluctantly accepted her hug.
"Well, not until four, but since you were ditching, I followed suit. Were you gonna play piano? If that's the case, I won't be surprised when your fingers fall and leave bloody nubs behind. And since you're at it, play Für Elise for me."
Squeakers sighed, and began gliding