(A/N; Sooo... This chapter contains swear words and stuff. I mean, you have been warned. I normally add swear words in my chapters, but this chapter has extra swear words. Please don't be offended, as these are not direct at anyone except for the characters in the book! And I know I'm a week overdue, but don't worry! Double update today. :3 Other than that, enjoy!)

I squirt the last of the pink icing out from the piping bag and onto the cake Pinkie had baked. She and Josh were in the living room.

Josh didn't want Pinkie to go in the living room when she came because he had party decorations and stuff in there, he just hadn't put them up yet. He and Pinkie had decided to decorate the living room while I decorated the cake.

"Hey, maybe I could get my cutie mark in party planning!" I hear Pinkie exclaim.

I leave the cake on the kitchen table and head into the living room to see the decorations. "I don't doubt that," I smile, walking in.

Josh looks up from taping a light blue helium balloon to a table leg and grins his adorably crooked grin at me. Oh my gosh, his teeth are so straight! Me must've had braces in highschool or something.

I grin back and kneel down next to Pinkie, who's colouring in a large strip of white paper, which I'm assuming is a banner. She has a hot pink crayon in her mouth, colouring in the last 'e' in 'Pinkie Pie'. "Almost done!" She says through a mouthful of crayon.

"Awesome," Josh complements, gesturing towards Pinkie's drawing.

She flashes a smile and holds it up. It says 'Happy Birthday, Pinkie Pie' in many pinks, blues and yellows. "Can we tape it up over there?" She asks, pointing to above the cream coloured fireplace. Of course, there's no fire. It's spring, for god's sake!

"Sure, sure," I reply, grabbing the masking tape from the coffee table and, with some struggles because it's so big, manage to tape the banner above the fireplace.

Pinkie cheers and jumps around the lounge room. Clutter is moved to the sides of the room, a small, dark mahogany coffee table sits in the centre on a light rhubarb carpet. The room itself is a creamy white with two fancy, matching chairs and one couch. The coffee table now has three balloons taped in all four corners, two light blue, one yellow for every three. The ceiling's got pink streamers hanging from it, and helium balloons hovering underneath it, as if trying to rise higher than the ceiling would let them. Laid out on the coffee table are white disposable plates, knives and forks.

Josh takes me by surprise when he slaps a sparkly, cone shaped party hat on my head, the elastic whipping my chin a bit. I can see he's already got one on, too, a shiny blue one. With a yellow party horn in his mouth, he blows hard and it makes a loud noise, resembling to a screaming duck. He throws me a purple one from a plastic bag and Pinkie a green one. Pinkie giggles at the strange noise and I kick the radio near by foot lightly so a song comes on and we all start hopping/dancing around the room making our own music.

My face is red with laughter at how ridiculous we must look, but we're all doing it. Josh gives Pinkie a pink party hat, too, and then she starts claiming she's a unicorn.

We're all just mucking around now and playing impromptu games when eventually, I somehow remember the cake and tell Pinkie and Josh to sit at the coffee table while I go and get it.

After fumbling around in Josh's kitchen for a few minutes, I find the matches and candles and start to poke the candles into the cake. Pinkie's turning five today. Wow! Five years old.

I light the candles and carefully carry the cake across the hallway and into the living room, AKA party room. Josh has already flicked off the lights and we begin to sing the regular 'Happy Birthday' song.

Placing the cake in the centre of the coffee table in front of Pinkie, who stares at it in delight, I sit down opposite her. "Hip, hip!" I call.

"Hooray!" Josh and I chant in unison.

"Make a wish," I say, smiling.

With one single breath, Pinkie manages to blow out all of her candles and Josh and I cheer because apparently that's good luck, or something.

"Can I cut the cake? Pleasepleaspleaseplease?" Pinkie half begs.

I nod, smiling and she grabs her plastic knife in her mouth and begins to cut the cake into sixths. The cake is delicious, by the way, and is gone within minutes.

"I got you a present," Josh pipes up before he forgets.

We look up at him as he wanders off into the house and comes back with a box about half the size of Pinkie wrapped in silver paper. Pinkie gasps in excitement. "I love presents! What is it?" She asks as he hands the gift to her and she shakes it violently, "Is it a comic? A pony toy?" She gasps really loudly, "Could it be a Loki action figure? I've been looking for those for months!"

Josh chuckles and nods at the present. "Open it and find out."

Pinkie does as he says and tears the paper off excitedly. She gasps loudly in joy when she finds the green, rectangular shaped object inside. "It's a camera! Oh, I have always always always wanted one of those!" Pinkie cries, already taking photos.

Wait... how did she manage to activate the camera upon just receiving it? Oh well, I'll never know. Don't question Pinkie Pie logic.

"Where did you get a camera so quickly?" I murmur to Josh as Pinkie gets distracted by taking many pictures of the room.

"It was a present from someone I didn't particularly like much. She obviously didn't know that I'm not into photography," Josh whispers back.

"Let me guess... Carrot?" I smirk at our nickname. Josh nods. "A little insulted, really. But meh. Free camera. If it's shitty, it's all Carrot's fault!"

Josh laughs lightly before Pinkie calls out, "Say cheese!"

While Pinkie is angling the camera lens at us, Josh and I smile. I cheekily put up the 'peace' sign above Josh's head without him noticing, and we hold our poses until the camera flashes.

"Oh, this party is just so perfect! You know what'd make it even better?" Pinkie squeaked.

"What?" I inquire.

"If I got my cutie mark!" She exclaimed, looking at her flank and raising her back leg. Nothing. Just pink. "But... but I don't understand?" Pinkie says cluelessly, "I got my cutie mark on TV by throwing my very first party..."

She looks up at me for advice. I kneel down in front of her and put a hand on her shoulder. "Your cutie mark will come in time. Remember, you're not the Pinkie Pie on TV. You're different, so maybe you will get your cutie mark differently," I say, actually thinking deeply about it.

"Yeah. Can't force a cutie mark and stuff," Josh adds, jamming his hands into his pockets.

"Oh well," Pinkie says quickly, before pulling us into a group hug with her in the middle and holding the camera with her tail. "Say blank flank!"

"Blank flank!" We all cheer, smiling at the camera as it flashes.

Suddenly, we hear the noise of the front doorknob turning loudly as if someone was fiddling with it. "Uh oh," Josh squeaks.

I look slowly and wide eyed up at Josh. "C... Carrot?" I presume.

He just nods quickly. "Run upstairs and hide, she's got a key!" He exclaims in a hushed whisper, as he tries to hide any evidence of the party by stuffing things under the couch.

"You said she wasn't gonna be back for a few hours!" I hiss at him as I hastily lift up Pinkie.

"I- She... Urgh! She must have come back early," Josh answers between clenched teeth, rushing around the room.

Pinkie grabs her camera in her mouth and I dash upstairs with her in my arms. Find a place to hide, find a place to hide! AAAAH! Panic, panic, PANIC!

I leap into Josh's room and close the door behind me. Without thinking, I dive into the walk in closet and press myself into a corner amongst all the slutty clothing which somehow hides me. Probably because I'm sitting on thirty four flimsy cardboard boxes of shoes with a five year old pony in my lap. "Mommy, who's Carrot?" Pinkie asks in a hushed whisper.

"Josh's..." I hesitate to say the word, "...g...girlfriend."

I put a forefinger to my lips to stop her from asking anymore questions and to indicate that she needs to be quiet.

Abruptly, I hear the bedroom door being opened carelessly and that loud mouthed... Carrot's voice. It's so high and cocky and obnoxious and... urgh! "Like, seriously, Josh, when are you gonna get a life?" She asks him, "I mean like, seriously! Playing tea parties for made up my little ponies? You're so sad."

I think Josh followed her into the room. I scowl at how mean she is, and how she fits the 'mean girl' stereotype so well. "Babe, please don't call me that," I hear Josh's voice. It sounds almost vulnerable, like he's being soft on her.

Why should he be?

"No, Josh, it's the truth. You liking that ponies TV show for seven year old girls is bad enough, but throwing a girly birthday party for a fictional character that you will literally never meet is so fucking weird that I question your sexuality sometimes and that maybe you're just dating me to make yourself look good," Carrot says in her bitchy voice.

There is a fire of anger burning up inside of me. It's roaring, screaming to get out and lash out at her, to tackle her to the ground and slap her into another vegetable. My muscles tense up and I notice Pinkie also getting angry at that bitch's words.

And anyway, she's obviously only dating him to make herself feel good. As in orgasmically good. Yuck! That bitch.

I peek my head out so I can see through the gap in the door. Yup, she's orange. Well, more like a crispy parsnip. Only browner. Not to mention her usual fake, bleached hair, caterpillars for eyelashes and abnormally pink sausages for lips. Wearing one of her trashy, hoe bag outfits that make her boobs look like really bouncy jelly that I'm secretly jealous of. And she's got a fake personality to go with her look.

Josh rubs his arm uncomfortably. I face palm when Carrot continues. "And like, omg, you have like, a party hat and everything. You are such a faggot."

Faggot? FAGGOT? Does she even know the meaning!? A fag is slang for cigarette, and if she was trying to call him gay, that shows she is both ignorant and naive. For the record, what's wrong with being gay? Why have anything against them? I mean, who does she think she is? She'll never be the man her mother was.

And anyway, who says guys can't watch My Little Pony? It's not like it's a bad thing. We could be smoking crack, or robbing banks instead, so she should be thankful.

I clench my fists. I am just about ready to slam one into her caked face and enjoy it.

"Babe, I'm not a faggot," Josh says in a quiet voice.

Carrot scoffs. "Yes, you are. You are so gay. You watch my little ponies. That's why your dick is so small. It's reducing its size."

My knuckles go white. How dare she. How dare she! How dare she insult his dick. Wait, that sounds weird...

It takes me everything not to just tackle Carrot, grab my party hat and shove it up her chunky arse!

"I'm not gay, and my dick is not small," Josh murmurs, shifting uncomfortably.

My heart goes out to him. "It's okay, Joshie," I whisper inaudibly.It's almost as if he's... scared of her. I really want to give him a hug right now and run my hand through his adorably shaggy hair.

"Is that all you do? Like, disagree with me? Whatevs, I'm going to see if Nathan's free tonight," she says, grabbing out her phone and sitting on the bed.

"N... Nathan? Who's he?" Josh asks.

"Oh my gosh, do you have to know everything about me? He's Nathan and he fucks better than you. You're such a teenager," Carrot says rudely.

My jaw drops. Okay, cheating on someone is bad. Cheating on Josh is worse. But cheating on Josh and having the audacity to admit it to him, like, to his face? And expect him to be okay with it? Low. Lower than dogs. How many other guys does she have sexual intercourse with, huh? Josh deserves better. Like, WAY better.

"You... you're cheating on me?" I can hear the break in Josh's voice. "But... but Holly... I thought you loved me..."

Oh, poor Josh.

"Baby, I totally do," Carrot coos almost mockingly, coming up to him and tucking a stray hair behind his ear. "But I'm just so stressed about stuff that's been happening lately."

I roll my eyes. That is no need to resort to petty insults. Damn it, Josh! Tell her what she needs to hear, otherwise I will! Okay, I get that I'm being a little hypocritical here, but... screw it!

Carrot goes up close and whispers seductively in his ear, "You could help me relax."

Nope. Nope, nope, nope, nopity nope!

I will not sit here and listen to my crush have sex with the person I hate most on earth.

I slide Pinkie off of my lap. "Stay here, and don't hate me for this," I instruct and burst into the bedroom through the sliding closet doors.

"Bitch, get your grubby paws offa my man!" I yell, blowing my cover entirely, making large strides towards the two.

Both Josh and Carrot turn to me in shock. Well, Josh looks more relieved than shocked. Carrot bitch stares at me and I glare back as I stop walking and cross my arms. She gestures to all of me and stares daggers at Josh. "Who the hell is she?

"I-Uh," Josh starts.

"Are you cheating on me? Are you seriously cheating in me for that? Are you that much of a tramp?" Carrot hisses. "She looks like something the cat dragged in. And she's wearing hell slutty clothes!"

I cross my arms. "Uh, news flash! These are your clothes, dumbass!" I fire back, "And at least my close relatives aren't pumpkins."

"Ew, you're wearing my clothes? What a stalker! What the fuck are you doing in my house, you crazy ass bitch?" She screeches.

"Don't you dare call her that!" Josh screams at her. Carrot steps back in shock. I'm guessing this must be the first time she's ever been yelled at by Josh. "Don't. You. Fucking. Dare."

"Joshie baby," Carrot is obviously resorting to suck up mode, "I thought you loved me."

"I thought you loved me, but you don't, and you've made that pretty obvious, Holly," Josh says, "I only stayed with you because I thought I was being loyal, when in reality, you weren't being loyal. Oh, and yeah, this woman right here," Josh gestures towards me, "Is beautiful. She's smart. She's kind. She is twice the woman you are and ever will be."

A small blush creeps onto my face. Does Josh think I'm beautiful? Or is he just saying that?

Carrot, whose name is apparently Holly, turns and scowls at me. "You think you're so good, huh? You are a worthless, ugly, fat whore!" She shrieks.

Tears well up in my eyes. That is exactly what the boys in high school used to call me. My fists ball up. "And you are a complete hypocrite! You are a lying, cheating, manipulative bitch, so do us all a favour and go. To. HELL!" I scream.

"I'll send you there instead!" Carrot yells, lunging at me and tackling me to the ground, her long nails driving into my arms.

She punches at my chest and face, and I try to shield myself by crossing my arms over my face, but it doesn't work. She just punches my arms. "Holly, stop!" Josh cries out. I can tell he's freaking out, but I don't care. I will fight for him.

I kick Carrot's stomach and send her backwards, so she lands on her butt. I'm shaking from the pain, my body going slightly limp, but I collect myself and am about to punch her in the face when she stands up abruptly and knees me in the gut. I yelp in pain and collapse on the floor. Since when did she learn self defence classes?

Carrot kicks my side and roll away from her desperately.

"STOP!" Josh shouts.

Just as Carrot is about to leap at me, Josh grabs her from behind and attempts to restrain her by locking his arms across her chest and restraining her arms. She kicks and screams, then does the unthinkable. She bites his arm until it starts to bleed and he has to let go, stumbling backwards. "You're crazy!" I scream at her, keeping my distance.

"And you are-" she starts but gets interrupted.

"Get out, Holly!" Josh hollers, pointing towards the door.

Carrot stares at Josh in shock, the tension building. "I said, GET OUT!" Josh repeats.

Carrot looks at me, then back at Josh. Then she screams loudly like a toddler throwing a tantrum. "Where am I supposed to go, huh?" She yells to him.

"Why don't you ask Nathan that?" Josh barks, before repeating himself yet again, "Get out."

With hesitation, Carrot storms out of the room. Josh follows her until she reaches the front door and slams it, while I lean against the wall in the bedroom and slide slowly down it, whimpering in shock, hurt and pain. I have never been hit that hard by someone that crazy. I don't notice it, but tears are streaming like rivers down my face.

The light in the room isn't turned on and it's getting dark outside, so it's deep shades of navy blue in the room. So now, I'm crying alone in the dark.

Josh comes in a minute later, kneeling over me. "I know this is a stupid question, but... are you okay?" He asks softly.

I don't look at him. How can I? I mean, after he saw me being so... savage. And what about Pinkie? Did she see or hear anything, too? Josh grabs my hands, careful not to touch any bruises, and helps me sit upright. I grunt.

"I'm sorry," I manage to croak, my voice hoarse from all the screaming. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," I repeat over and over again.

"Hey, don't worry," he says soothingly, pulling me into a hug. "It's okay now. Everything's okay now," he comforts, smoothing my hair.

I'm trying my hardest not to cry but I haven't had a good one in such a long time that I just can't stop. I'm also crying more because I'm so humiliated with myself.

There is a long silence, other than the sound of me sobbing uncontrollably into Josh's shoulder, until I finally spoke up again. "Josh... you know what you said about me being... beautiful?"

"Mm?"

"Well... nobody has really called me that before... did you mean it?" I ask, pulling away from the hug and looking into his wondrous, grey eyes.

He smiles a crooked smile, cupping my face and eyeing my lips. "Yes," He answers simply, then leans in and kisses me on the lips before pulling away and saying;

"Every word."

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Aaaawww! Second kiss in less than a few chapters, but for them it's the second kiss in five years. •3•

So, Carrot's gone, never to be seen again. (Yesss!🎉🎉🎉)

They also celebrated Pinkie's birthday party. Until Carrot ruined it! :(

I'm so excited to write the next chapter! It's the one I've been looking forward to since I started the book. What do you think will happen?

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