I can't control it-a BFDI and inanimate insanity fan fiction

Chapter 15: Taco's tale

Le time skip:
Yay! I can't believe I'm 7 already! I feel so old! Today has been great so far. My mum made my favourite breakfast meal: pancakes with sugar and lemon juice. She always does that for me on my birthday, it's great. Also, most of my presents so far have been chocolate, which is great because who doesn't like chocolate. But I've also got a bag full of lemons. Call me weird but I love lemons. I always have. For most they are too sour to enjoy, but I've been sucking on lemons for as long as I can remember, so the sourness doesn't bother me. In fact, when you get past the sourness, they actually taste quite similar to oranges, and they are quite nice.
Anyway, right now I am sucking on 1 of my lemons whilst sitting on a swing at the park, swinging it slightly, and waiting for Pickle. Me, him and everyone else were planning on seeing a movie today, but Pickle said he wanted to meet up with me before to give me my presents, and then walk to the cinema together.
After a few minutes I hear a familiar voice shout "TACO!"
I look to see him, running over to me holding a card in 1 hand and a box in the other
"Pickle!" I shout back
"Happy birthday!" He says whilst hugging me
"SOUR CREAM!" I reply
"Haha you're welcome" he laughs
He hands me the card. It's hand drawn with a picture of a taco and pickle on the front, with faces, arms and legs. They were both smiling and holding hands, and the taco was wearing a badge that said 7 on it.
I look inside the card to see it says in yellow, green, and red
'Dear Taco,
HAPPY BRITHDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
From Pickle'
He then gave the box. Before I opened it he said "I made this myself. Well, my mum did help a little, and so did the Internet, but it was mostly me. I hope you don't mind"
I open it up and look inside. It is a headband with yellow on the outside, and green and red semi-circles on the inside. It is beautiful.
I gasp and shout "oh my gosh, THANKS!" So ecstatically that I almost let my British accent show. Almost. Not quite though.
"You really like it?!" He asks excitedly. I nod my head enthusiastically.
"I'm so glad! I made it so you would look more like the humanised version of a taco. Here, I'll help you put it on." He said as he put it on me.
When he saw me with it on he started staring at me, with a wide grin, and wouldn't stop looking. He then realised he was doing that and quickly looked away, blushing. He must be really glad that I like it. (A/N I love how oblivious she is XD)
I blush slightly, because of all of the effort he put into making this especially for me. He then says "movies?"
So I reply confidently "movies".
By the time we get there everyone else is already there, waiting for us. They all compliment me on my new headband, and I direct all of the compliments to pickle.

We go in to watch a movie but are soon kicked out because I still had my lemons on me and there is a rule against outside food, so when they saw the lemons and insisted that I put them in the bin or get out Pickle stood up for me and then everyone else did as well. When outside we all just laugh about it and spend the rest of the day at the park.

Let time skip about a month or 2:
Nickel started walking up go us.
"Hi guys" he says
"Where were you? We were waiting ages!" Says OJ
"Sorry. We were nearly done with our video, and I promised I would help out until it was done. I just lost track of time"
Nickel is in 2 friend groups: us and the bfd as they like to call themselves. They recently got a YouTube channel, where they do lots of random stuff, and they have gotten really popular.
"It sounds really fun to be popular on YouTube." Says Baseball
"Oh, it is! Hey,we should get a YouTube together! People who like watching bfd will love watching us since I will be on both. And I'm sure none of them will mind."
I really want to do this but I can't. My parents for some reason don't want me getting a YouTube account just in case I become too popular. I don't understand why though, I mean there's nothing bad about being popular of YouTube.
"YEAH!"
"Let's do it!"
"This is going to be so much fun!"
I look away, sad that I won't be able to join in with them. Pickle notices this.
"Taco, are you ok"
"I want to join in but I can't because my parents don't want me to have a YouTube account." I say in the most serious voice I've ever talked in, whilst still hiding my natural accent.
"They don't have to know. Look, Taco, every time I go over your house, or see you anywhere near your family, you're always trying to impress your parents and make them happy and/or proud of you. Just for once, don't do something for them! Do something for you!"
He's right. I mean, I'm even hiding how smart I actually am just to make them happy. And because I've been trying to make them happy all of my life, I have turned into a silly girl who everyone around her believes is the worlds biggest idiot. They don't even know that I'm British! I need to do something for me for once. "Ok. I'm in" I say