A/N: Hello! I'm Baby BlueJay, and I'm happy to introduce my second story on FP. ^^ This is a birthday present for my buddy E person/E panda (depending on what site she's on). I'm sorta late...by a month, but I really hope this makes up for it, guppy. ;P

And to give it more special-ness, I'm thinking about making it a two-/three-shot... But honestly, I just wanted to get this up for her. We've been friends on FF and FP for a while and she's' always given me the support I've needed to be a writer and strive to do my best as the wonderful friend and awesome writer she is. So I hope she likes it and if you readers like it as well, that's even greater. :D

Disclaimer: I don't own Spongebob Squarepants or Harvest Moon: Animal Parade. Yeah... I think that's all I need to say. ^^"

It's the Thought that Counts

"'F' is for Friends who do stuff together; 'U' is for U and me..." The alarm on my phone blared the "F.U.N. Song" from Spongebob Squarepants.

I lazily raised my hand, picked the phone up from my nightstand, and threw it across the room, but the music wouldn't stop. So, I rolled out of bed and crawled on the floor feeling for the device with my eyes still closed like a zombie. I finally found it and pressed the mute button before sighing in relief.

Slowly, my eyes opened and I blinked rapidly. As you can see, I am not a morning person.

My name's Deanna Smith, a fourteen-year-old freshmen in high school. I'm a lover of all things chocolate, adorable, and funny. I guess it's easy to see why I love chocolate bunnies. I mean, seriously. Who came up with the idea to choco-fy bunnies, anyway? I'd love to meet them.

Right, back to me. I have reddish-brown hair that reaches my upper back, and light-brown colored skin. I'm 5'6" tall and was used to being a giant before I met anyone taller than me. I usually stick to attires that suit me, and to do that they have to be casual clothes that fit my tomboy demeanor.

I looked at my phone and saw the date. It read Saturday, May 12 at 8 o'clock a.m. I felt the gears turning in my head, like there was something I was supposed to remember to do today... I found myself glancing at the calender for the day, and in big, black sharpie marker it said, "EVA'S BIRTHDAY! DON'T FORGET, SMART ONE!"

Oh yeah, and Evangeline Griffin is my best friend.

My eyes widened at the sight of the words. Today was my best friend Eva's birthday and I hadn't gotten her anything! What was wrong with me? I saw her birthday coming from last month. Where did the time go?


I stared at the screen of the T.V. in a hypnotic state, my fingers cramping from clutching the Wii remote so tightly. The clock below the television set read twelve fifty-five in the morning. The graphics of the game Harvest Moon: Animal Parade played along the screen as I ran around, endlessly doing tasks for the always-in-demand "Harvest Goddess." This was my routine almost every Saturday; to play Harvest moon from six p.m. to whenever my eyes felt like they were going to pop out of their sockets.

"Just one more day. Just one more day. Just one more day," I chanted to myself.

End Flashback

"Oh yeah," I muttered, facepalming myself.

I picked myself up quickly and got dressed, knowing she would be here in just an hour to do something fun together. I had to think of something, and fast.

I sped into the kitchen, gaining the attention of my golden retriever dog, Honey. She trailed after me, probably wondering where the fire was.

Alright, think, Deanna, my mind wandered as I poured myself some cereal. What could I get her?

I dwelled on this as I munched on the food. She needed a good present - no, a great present. Something as sweet as her...

"Chocolate cake!" I exclaimed, causing Honey to jump. I finished the cereal quickly and cleaned the counter.

I needed one of my Hershey chocolate bars (sniff), butter, sugar, flour, eggs, baking powder, salt, vanilla extract, and milk. I preheated the oven and started I running around the kitchen cracking, pouring, melting, and measuring my way to filling the bowl up before stirring. Then, I poured the mixture into a pan and put it into the oven to bake for thirty minutes. I did some chores around the house while I waited, but never got to cleaning the kitchen.

Soon the heavenly smell of chocolate cake emanated from the oven and the timer beeped. I put on some mitts and took it out, trying not to stare at it like a monkey looks at bananas. Must. Resist. Cake.

Frosting was an ingredient I lacked, so I found whipped cream and made a happy face on the top instead of writing the big heartfelt words I'd wanted to on it. It would have to do.

"What do you think, Honey? Will Eva like the cake?" She answered by just wagging her tail and looking at the cake in expectation.

"Sorry, girl. It's not for you," I told her laughing lightly. As if understanding my words, she stalked away from me in obvious disappointment. I shook my head at her antics.

In that moment the door rang and I grinned. It was time to surprise her.

"Coming!" I yelled, setting the cake on a platter. Then I confidently picked it up and walked to the door to give it to her.

Or so I thought.

The thing about Honey is that she likes to leave her toys lying around everywhere. We never know where they'll be. Sometimes we trip on them or just manage to avoid stepping on them. When I was half way to the door, the universe apparently let me do the former.

Slipping on a rubber tennis ball, I fell on my face onto the floor and the cake softened it's landing, unfortunately. I wearily sat up criss-cross-applesauce, my eye twitching in annoyance as the cake dripped off in large masses. Honey trotted over when she heard the nose and immediately started to lick my face, or rather, the cake.

"I hope it gives you bad indigestion," I grumbled, sending her a withering look but otherwise making no attempt to push her away.

"Deanna?" Eva's voice called from outside and I remembered she was at the door. "Are you alright? I heard a crash..."

I panicked and jumped up. "I'm just super!" I tried to hide the sadness in my voice.

Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap, I repeated in my head, grabbing paper towels and wiping the mess off the floor. When that was done I stared jogging to the door but froze, remembering the cake still on my face. I groaned before scrubbing it all off my face in the sink.

Finally I opened the door a crack with a cheery and totally non-suspicious, "Hey, guppy!"

Eva was 5'5" with long brown hair, glasses, and slight freckles along her face. She had delicate features that added to her "Asian-ness," as we liked to call it. We were very close even though she was two years older than me and always had inside jokes, such as the previous "guppy" comment.

"Um, hey," she replied, sounding uncertain as she looked me up and down. "You okay? You look kinda...flustered."

"What, me? No, no, no, I'm fine," I answered quickly. "Just playing a bit with Honey."

Hearing her name, Honey came to the door to greet Eva. She really liked her, and sometimes I thought more than me.

"Hey, girl," Eva cooed, stooping down to pet her. She paused, however, upon seeing her. "What's on her muzzle?"

My stomach dropped. "What?"

"She's got brown stuff on her mouth. What is it?"

"It's, um...poop?" I offered as an explanation. "Yeah, that's right, it's poop. You know dogs..."

She squinted at my shirt and wrinkled her noes in distaste. "It looks like you got some on you, too."

I looked down and feigned surprise. "Wow, would you look at that? I better go change."

"Good idea. I'll wait for you," she said, making a move to go inside.

"No!" I practically yelled in her face, thinking back to the stuff I hadn't cleaned up yet. Seeing her appalled face at my outburst, I backpedaled. "I mean...no, you don't have to do that. I'll meet you back at your house, okay?"

"Okay..." she stared at me like I'd lost my mind.

I shut the door and slowly turned to Honey, a peeved look in my eyes. Honey must not have seen it because she simply nudged my leg, most likely for more cake.

"I hope you're happy," I snapped. "It's your fault if I deprive the world of it's eggs."

She responded with a gruff bark before trotting away merrily. If I didn't know any better, I'd think that she had somehow planned this...

A/N: So be honest, do you think this is a worthy birthday present? Anything I could change/add? I wanna know.

Once again, HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY, E PANDA! Love ya lots, and I hope I made your day. :')

~Baby BlueJay