It was your 13th birthday which couldn't be any worse than it was about to be. "Happy birthday Y/n!" Your friends and family cheered. Everyone picked up a fork and knife as your mother began to slice the cake up. But somehow, a boy's head popped out of the cake which caused your mother to faint. You watched as the boy pulled himself out of the cake with your cake being ruined. The boy immendiatly eyed the forks and ran toward them. Soon, he began to stick each and every one of them into his arms and hands. You looked over at your friend who had put so much time and effort into your birthday party. "Now he's using up all the sliver ware!" Your friend exclaimed. Everyone else watched as the young boy began to hit himself repeatedly in the face with a frying pan.

You took a deep breath and approached the young boy, taking the frying pan from him. He had a bloody nose and bruises all over his face. You were shocked at how much damage this boy had caused himself. The boy had big bug like eyes and chestnut brown hair while wearing a red T-shirt and blue vest. The boy blinked and smiled wide. "PAIN IS HILARIOUS!" He blurted out. The boy then stumbled toward the cake of which he tilted his head to the side to read the icing. "H-A-Y-H-P B-R-I-T-D-A-Y." He read from the messy icing. The boy scratched his head in confusion. Everyone began to back away from the strange boy. He then began to dig his hands into the cake.

You stood there in shock as he devoured every piece he could. When he turned around, every one else were currently huddling in the corner. Cream and crumbs were all over his face and music started. "You know what this means!" A grin spread across his face as he looked at you with glee. He walked toward you and pulled you into a dance. You felt uncomfortable as he spun you around several times and sometimes even went for a lean to your lips.

Finally, when the song ended, he leaned in for a kiss on your lips and for a few seconds, it made you uncomfortable. Then he stopped and left out the door leaving you confused. "Think of that as your first kiss toots!" The boy said. Your mother sat up and looked around. "Y/n! Are you okay?!" She asked you. You kept looking at the open door. "Y/n!" Your mother said. "I think s/he is scarred for life." Your father said. You just couldn't believe what just happened. Your first kiss.

From a complete stranger.