Happy Birthday Miranda!

"Happy Birthday Miranda!" Andy said, bringing the cake into view. Only one candle, for if they had tried to fit all 57 on that weeee little cake, they would have had problems. (Plus, Miranda would have killed them) The girls squeed, for it was not often that they were allowed carbs.

"We helped Andy bake the cake, Mom! Isn't it pretty?!" Miranda's eyes met Andy's and rolled, for both knew the definition of 'help' from the girls. It meant that they told Andy what kind of cake to make, and went back to their Wii. Not that Andy minded, she could bake pretty well...

"Of course, bobbsies, it's beautiful." Miranda smiled at her girls.

Andy went into the living room, to get the presents she had gotten for Miranda, along with something she *could not* wait to see Miranda's face when she opened. She held back a giggle as she lifted the presents and carried them into the kitchen and laid them out on the table.

Miranda eyed the boxes, her face displayed almost no emotion, but her eyes revealed how touched she was for Andy to think of her. Her eyes wandered to one in particular, it looked...homely. Like a mother had wrapped it. Miranda had an eye for such things. Obviously, Andy knew what Miranda was thinking, because then she spoke up.

"Umm... I kind of told my mom when your birthday was, and she *insisted* on making you something."

Miranda's eyebrow went up. "Making me something, Andrea?"

"Yeah, she doesn't buy gifts very often. She likes the homemade kind." Andy, once again, stifled a snort. She knew what kind of things her mother made, but Miranda did not. Good thing, too, because she would have burned to box on the spot. Instead, she started slowly opening it, like it was an unknown disease.

The twins looked over their mother's shoulder and gasped when they saw what it was. They laughed until they turned blue.

"Mom! You're not actually going to wear that, are you?!?!"

Miranda's eyes narrowed at the sweater. Very bad fabric. Itchy. But beyond that, it was... a rainbow of colors. Like, a gay-pride flag.

She scowled. "You cannot be serious, Andrea."

Andy couldn't help it anymore, she doubled over in laughter. "Just throw it out, Miranda. She'll never know. God knows, I used to do that after I moved out. Even I had my limits."

Just then her phone started ringing. She had gotten a text from her mother. "Oh..my GOD!" She started laughing again, but stopped as soon as she saw Miranda's angry scowl. "My parents. Are coming. In half an hour. She wants to see how it looks on you." Andy bit her lip. She could not afford to laugh now, not like this. She wanted to take a picture of Miranda's face, it was priceless. Although, not as priceless as she would look wearing that hideous abomination.

Miranda broke the silence. "Don't your parents live in Cincinnati, Andrea?"

"Well, they do. But for this Mini!Crackfic, they have superspeed, and are coming to see you in that ridiculous thing."

*20 minutes later*

Miranda stepped out of the bedroom, looking utterly pissed. Rainbow colors all over, she did indeed, look like a flag. Andy bit her lip, *again*.

"I hate your mother. I hate crackfics. I hate bad fabric." Miranda said as the doorbell rang. She went to open it, and just before she opened it with a oh-so-not-sincere-smile, she mouthed to Andy.

'I'm going to kill her.'

Finis!