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Lizzie’s giggling like crazy, fishing out the first plushie her hand hits. “I up you one…” And the she looks at the tag and the shape and she almost loses it. “I UP YOU ONE SPERM GOOD SIR.” She’s got an awful british accent going on but it’s the sperm’s voice, not hers. Apparently. “YOU ARE NOT AN EGG YOU ARE DIARRHEA.”

“You best shut up or I will ruin your date night and all your chances of procreating by wreaking havoc on your digestive system!” He then starts to attack Lizzie’s plush with his own, making exploding noises as he does. “Fight back or die!” Malik, clearly wanting in on the fun, sneaks between them with what Ben thinks is the common cold, nibbling on it with a disgruntled huff.

(Source: elementaryhunter)

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Lizzie’s laughing like a mad woman, bouncing with him and jumping like there’s no tomorrow. “None he can… none…” She can’t get a full sentence out, and then she’s jumping around with him again and squealing with delight, landing on her bottom to catch her breath. “Ohmygodthisissomuchfun~”

He lands on his back, spluttering on the air he can’t get into his lungs. “Good.” He rolls over to her, fingers wrapping around her wrists and sliding down to her fingers. “This has to be the best birthday ever.” They’re barely five minutes into it and he’s already having the time of his life.

She rolls on top of him, her breathing heavy as she tries to catch her breath that seems to be just out of her grasp. “I love you so much, and just wait, it’s gonna get better.” Lizzie giggles, kissing his nose playfully. “Ball pit time? Or Pinata? ‘Cause it’s your birthday, birthday boy. Or maybe virgin Pina Colatas and the kiddie pool.” 

“Ball Pit, and then…maybe kiddie pool and then pinata, or maybe pinata before pool?” There’s so much to do and they have the whole day to do it. More importantly, they’re going to be doing it together. “I love you too.” He breathes, staring up at the bouncy house roof as his breathing returns to normal. “Lizzie, what the hell am I going to do for your birthday? This is like..the king of birthdays.”

“No, presents! Present first. OH my god you need your present, NOW.” Her eyes glint with excitement, because she got him the cutest and the best present ever. “I dunno, I don’t really… I don’t really want much, bucko. Just spendin’ a day with you is enough… Now present time!”

“Oh gosh, okay…” He blinks in surprise. He lets her lead him out of the bouncy house, getting a few more good bounces in before he lands on the lawn. “Well, I have plenty of time to come up with your birthday surprise.” He kisses her temple then as he follows her. Malik is circling the table where the cake awaits, just barely out of his reach. 

Lizzie giggles, pulling him along and handing him a box, a grin on her face. Inside, little does he know, is a full set of microbe plushies, bacteria and viruses, the whole lot. “I hope you like it…” She bites her bottom lip, waiting for his reaction.

Ben sits himself on ground, carefully undoing the ribbon and then ripping at the wrapping paper. “Sit and come here.” He’s patting the ground again, fingers holding her hair up and tying the ribbon into it with a happy noise. “Okay, here we go, present time.” He opens the top of the box and gasps. “Look at these little things!!” He pulls one out, keeping it away from Malik. “No, these are mine and Lizzie’s.” He turns to her then, green eyes wide and holding their own smile. “Thank you, oh my God, there are so many!”

Lizzie giggles, watching him eagerly. Her eyes are shining and she leans over to kiss him, pulling out the Chicken Pox plushie. “Hehe, I’m the chicken pox! Oh so evil, I hate the chicken pox.” She bounces it around, grinning madly. “Oh, and there’s a bookworm, and diarrhea, and food poisoning. I take this as ya’ like ‘em?”

Ben laughs at the names, unable to help himself. “We’ve gotta come up with nick names for these. Otherwise Dean will come over and I’ll have to explain how my girlfriend gave me diarrhea for my birthday.” He ends up cracking up hysterically half way through saying that and falls back onto the grass. “I-I am…heheh, that was a bad joke…”

“O-oh my god, Ben, that was… pfft, that was terrible!” Lizzie snorts with laughter and falls back next to him, cheeks flushed red and her sides hurting. “O-oh my god… his face…” She clutches at her sides and pulls her knees up to her chest. “Hehehe…” 

“My face or Dean’s.” He puts on a ridiculous voice as he shakes the plush at her. “Are you saying I have a funny face?! How dare you! YES I AM FRENCH NOW!!!” He’s apparently adopted a french accent as he continues the plushies rant. “Oui oui!” Ben sits up then, laughing against Lizzie’s shoulder until his stomach hurts.

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Lizzie’s laughing like a mad woman, bouncing with him and jumping like there’s no tomorrow. “None he can… none…” She can’t get a full sentence out, and then she’s jumping around with him again and squealing with delight, landing on her bottom to catch her breath. “Ohmygodthisissomuchfun~”

He lands on his back, spluttering on the air he can’t get into his lungs. “Good.” He rolls over to her, fingers wrapping around her wrists and sliding down to her fingers. “This has to be the best birthday ever.” They’re barely five minutes into it and he’s already having the time of his life.

She rolls on top of him, her breathing heavy as she tries to catch her breath that seems to be just out of her grasp. “I love you so much, and just wait, it’s gonna get better.” Lizzie giggles, kissing his nose playfully. “Ball pit time? Or Pinata? ‘Cause it’s your birthday, birthday boy. Or maybe virgin Pina Colatas and the kiddie pool.” 

“Ball Pit, and then…maybe kiddie pool and then pinata, or maybe pinata before pool?” There’s so much to do and they have the whole day to do it. More importantly, they’re going to be doing it together. “I love you too.” He breathes, staring up at the bouncy house roof as his breathing returns to normal. “Lizzie, what the hell am I going to do for your birthday? This is like..the king of birthdays.”

“No, presents! Present first. OH my god you need your present, NOW.” Her eyes glint with excitement, because she got him the cutest and the best present ever. “I dunno, I don’t really… I don’t really want much, bucko. Just spendin’ a day with you is enough… Now present time!”

“Oh gosh, okay…” He blinks in surprise. He lets her lead him out of the bouncy house, getting a few more good bounces in before he lands on the lawn. “Well, I have plenty of time to come up with your birthday surprise.” He kisses her temple then as he follows her. Malik is circling the table where the cake awaits, just barely out of his reach. 

Lizzie giggles, pulling him along and handing him a box, a grin on her face. Inside, little does he know, is a full set of microbe plushies, bacteria and viruses, the whole lot. “I hope you like it…” She bites her bottom lip, waiting for his reaction.

Ben sits himself on ground, carefully undoing the ribbon and then ripping at the wrapping paper. “Sit and come here.” He’s patting the ground again, fingers holding her hair up and tying the ribbon into it with a happy noise. “Okay, here we go, present time.” He opens the top of the box and gasps. “Look at these little things!!” He pulls one out, keeping it away from Malik. “No, these are mine and Lizzie’s.” He turns to her then, green eyes wide and holding their own smile. “Thank you, oh my God, there are so many!”

Lizzie giggles, watching him eagerly. Her eyes are shining and she leans over to kiss him, pulling out the Chicken Pox plushie. “Hehe, I’m the chicken pox! Oh so evil, I hate the chicken pox.” She bounces it around, grinning madly. “Oh, and there’s a bookworm, and diarrhea, and food poisoning. I take this as ya’ like ‘em?”

Ben laughs at the names, unable to help himself. “We’ve gotta come up with nick names for these. Otherwise Dean will come over and I’ll have to explain how my girlfriend gave me diarrhea for my birthday.” He ends up cracking up hysterically half way through saying that and falls back onto the grass. “I-I am…heheh, that was a bad joke…”

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Lizzie’s laughing like a mad woman, bouncing with him and jumping like there’s no tomorrow. “None he can… none…” She can’t get a full sentence out, and then she’s jumping around with him again and squealing with delight, landing on her bottom to catch her breath. “Ohmygodthisissomuchfun~”

He lands on his back, spluttering on the air he can’t get into his lungs. “Good.” He rolls over to her, fingers wrapping around her wrists and sliding down to her fingers. “This has to be the best birthday ever.” They’re barely five minutes into it and he’s already having the time of his life.

She rolls on top of him, her breathing heavy as she tries to catch her breath that seems to be just out of her grasp. “I love you so much, and just wait, it’s gonna get better.” Lizzie giggles, kissing his nose playfully. “Ball pit time? Or Pinata? ‘Cause it’s your birthday, birthday boy. Or maybe virgin Pina Colatas and the kiddie pool.” 

“Ball Pit, and then…maybe kiddie pool and then pinata, or maybe pinata before pool?” There’s so much to do and they have the whole day to do it. More importantly, they’re going to be doing it together. “I love you too.” He breathes, staring up at the bouncy house roof as his breathing returns to normal. “Lizzie, what the hell am I going to do for your birthday? This is like..the king of birthdays.”

“No, presents! Present first. OH my god you need your present, NOW.” Her eyes glint with excitement, because she got him the cutest and the best present ever. “I dunno, I don’t really… I don’t really want much, bucko. Just spendin’ a day with you is enough… Now present time!”

“Oh gosh, okay…” He blinks in surprise. He lets her lead him out of the bouncy house, getting a few more good bounces in before he lands on the lawn. “Well, I have plenty of time to come up with your birthday surprise.” He kisses her temple then as he follows her. Malik is circling the table where the cake awaits, just barely out of his reach. 

Lizzie giggles, pulling him along and handing him a box, a grin on her face. Inside, little does he know, is a full set of microbe plushies, bacteria and viruses, the whole lot. “I hope you like it…” She bites her bottom lip, waiting for his reaction.

Ben sits himself on ground, carefully undoing the ribbon and then ripping at the wrapping paper. “Sit and come here.” He’s patting the ground again, fingers holding her hair up and tying the ribbon into it with a happy noise. “Okay, here we go, present time.” He opens the top of the box and gasps. “Look at these little things!!” He pulls one out, keeping it away from Malik. “No, these are mine and Lizzie’s.” He turns to her then, green eyes wide and holding their own smile. “Thank you, oh my God, there are so many!”

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Appearance

• I have/had piercings besides the ears.
• I want piercings besides the ears.
• I tan easily.
• I wish my hair was a different color.
• I have/want a tattoo.
• I can be self-conscious about my appearance.
• I have/had braces
• I have more than two piercings. 

Embarrassment

• Disney movies still make me cry sometimes. (Toy Story 3 man.)
• I’ve laughed so hard I’ve cried.
• I’ve glued my hand to something.
• I’ve laughed until some kind of beverage came out of my nose
• I’ve had my pants rip in public. 
• I’ve touched something sharp/hot/etc to see if it would hurt.

Health

• I’ve gotten stitches.
• I’ve broken or dislocated a bone.
• I’ve had my tonsils removed.
• I’ve had my wisdom teeth removed.
• I’ve had chicken pox

Travel

• I’ve been to Florida.
• I’ve been on a plane.
• I’ve been to California.
• I’ve been to Asia.
• I’ve been to Niagara Falls.
• I’ve been to Vanuatu or the Mystery Islands.
• I’ve been to the Caribbean.
• I’ve been to Europe.

Experiences

• I’ve gotten lost in a city.
• I’ve seen a shooting star.
• I’ve wished on a shooting star.
• I’ve seen a meteor shower.
• I’ve gone out in public in my pajamas.
• I’ve pushed all the buttons on an elevator.
• I’ve slapped someone.
• I’ve kissed someone underwater.
• I’ve crashed a car.
• I’ve been skiing.
• I’ve been in a musical.
• I’ve auditioned for something.
• I’ve been on stage.
• I’ve caught a snowflake on my tongue.
• I’ve sat on a rooftop at night.
• I’ve pranked someone.
• I’ve ridden in a taxi.

Honesty / Crime

• I’ve been threatened to be arrested.
• I’ve broken a law.
• I’ve done something I promised someone I wouldn’t.
• I’ve done something I promised myself I wouldn’t.
• I’ve snuck out.
• I’ve lied about my whereabouts.
• I’ve cheated while playing a game.
• I’ve been in a fist fight.

Death

• I’m afraid of dying.
• I hate funerals.
• I’ve seen someone/something die.
• Someone close to me has attempted/committed suicide.

Materialism

• I own over 5 rap CD’s.
• I’m obsessed with anime/manga.
• I collect comic books.
• I own a lot of makeup.
• I own something from Pac Sun.
• I own something from The Gap.
• I own something I got on E-Bay.
• I own something from Abercrombie.
• I thrive on compliments.
• I thrive on hate.

Random

• I can sing low key.
• I’ve stolen a tray from a fast food restaurant.
• I open up to others easily.
• I watch the news occasionally or always.
• I don’t like to kill bugs.
• I sing in the shower.
• I’m a morning person.
• I’m a sports fanatic.
• I twirl my hair.
• I care about grammar.
• I love to spam friends.
• I’ve copied more than 30 CD’s in a day.
• I can bake.
• My favourite colour is either white, yellow, pink, blue, red, black, purple, or orange.
• I would wear pajamas to school.
• I like Martha Stewart.
• I laugh at my own jokes.
• I eat fast food weekly.
• I’ve not turned something in and still got an A in a certain class.
• I can’t sleep if there’s a spider in the room.
• I’m really ticklish.
• I like white chocolate.
• I bite/used to bite my nails.
• I’m good at remembering names.
• I’m good at remembering dates.
• I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life.

People

• ..used to ask if I was anorexic/bulimic.
• ..called me fat.
• ..have said I’m skinny.
• ..have said I’m ugly.
• ..have said I’m pretty.
• ..have spread rumors about me.
• ..force me to eat.
• ..say I eat too much.
• ..say I eat too little. 

Eating

• I’ve lost weight.
• I’ve gained weight.
• I’m at my thinnest.
• I’m at my biggest. 
• I’ve lost weight and kept it off.
• I’ve lost weight, but gained it back.
• My weight affects my mood.
• I’m vegan/vegetarian.
• I exercise. 

Family

• I’ve sworn at my parents.
• I’ve run away from home.
• I have a sibling less than one year old.
• I want kids in the future.
• I’ve had kids.
• I’ve lost a child.

Relationships

• I’m engaged.
• I’m married.
• I’m single.
• I’ve gone on a blind date.
• I have/had a friend with benefits.
• I miss someone right now.
• I have a fear of abandonment.
• I’ve gotten divorced.
• Someone has/had feelings for me when I didn’t have them back.
• I’ve told someone I loved them/someone when I didn’t.
• I’ve told someone/myself I didn’t love someone when I did.
• I’ve been kissed in the rain.
• I’ve hugged a stranger.
• I’ve kissed a stranger.

Bad times

• I regularly drink.
• I shut others out when I’m upset.
• I don’t talk to anyone when I’m upset about something personal.
• I have taken/take anti-depressants.
• I’ve slept an entire day before.

(Source: fallamyfly)

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Lizzie’s laughing like a mad woman, bouncing with him and jumping like there’s no tomorrow. “None he can… none…” She can’t get a full sentence out, and then she’s jumping around with him again and squealing with delight, landing on her bottom to catch her breath. “Ohmygodthisissomuchfun~”

He lands on his back, spluttering on the air he can’t get into his lungs. “Good.” He rolls over to her, fingers wrapping around her wrists and sliding down to her fingers. “This has to be the best birthday ever.” They’re barely five minutes into it and he’s already having the time of his life.

She rolls on top of him, her breathing heavy as she tries to catch her breath that seems to be just out of her grasp. “I love you so much, and just wait, it’s gonna get better.” Lizzie giggles, kissing his nose playfully. “Ball pit time? Or Pinata? ‘Cause it’s your birthday, birthday boy. Or maybe virgin Pina Colatas and the kiddie pool.” 

“Ball Pit, and then…maybe kiddie pool and then pinata, or maybe pinata before pool?” There’s so much to do and they have the whole day to do it. More importantly, they’re going to be doing it together. “I love you too.” He breathes, staring up at the bouncy house roof as his breathing returns to normal. “Lizzie, what the hell am I going to do for your birthday? This is like..the king of birthdays.”

“No, presents! Present first. OH my god you need your present, NOW.” Her eyes glint with excitement, because she got him the cutest and the best present ever. “I dunno, I don’t really… I don’t really want much, bucko. Just spendin’ a day with you is enough… Now present time!”

“Oh gosh, okay…” He blinks in surprise. He lets her lead him out of the bouncy house, getting a few more good bounces in before he lands on the lawn. “Well, I have plenty of time to come up with your birthday surprise.” He kisses her temple then as he follows her. Malik is circling the table where the cake awaits, just barely out of his reach. 

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Lizzie’s laughing like a mad woman, bouncing with him and jumping like there’s no tomorrow. “None he can… none…” She can’t get a full sentence out, and then she’s jumping around with him again and squealing with delight, landing on her bottom to catch her breath. “Ohmygodthisissomuchfun~”

He lands on his back, spluttering on the air he can’t get into his lungs. “Good.” He rolls over to her, fingers wrapping around her wrists and sliding down to her fingers. “This has to be the best birthday ever.” They’re barely five minutes into it and he’s already having the time of his life.

She rolls on top of him, her breathing heavy as she tries to catch her breath that seems to be just out of her grasp. “I love you so much, and just wait, it’s gonna get better.” Lizzie giggles, kissing his nose playfully. “Ball pit time? Or Pinata? ‘Cause it’s your birthday, birthday boy. Or maybe virgin Pina Colatas and the kiddie pool.” 

“Ball Pit, and then…maybe kiddie pool and then pinata, or maybe pinata before pool?” There’s so much to do and they have the whole day to do it. More importantly, they’re going to be doing it together. “I love you too.” He breathes, staring up at the bouncy house roof as his breathing returns to normal. “Lizzie, what the hell am I going to do for your birthday? This is like..the king of birthdays.”

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Lizzie’s laughing like a mad woman, bouncing with him and jumping like there’s no tomorrow. “None he can… none…” She can’t get a full sentence out, and then she’s jumping around with him again and squealing with delight, landing on her bottom to catch her breath. “Ohmygodthisissomuchfun~”

He lands on his back, spluttering on the air he can’t get into his lungs. “Good.” He rolls over to her, fingers wrapping around her wrists and sliding down to her fingers. “This has to be the best birthday ever.” They’re barely five minutes into it and he’s already having the time of his life.

(Source: elementaryhunter)