Wax drips onto a thickly iced birthday cake. My brother is sat at the table with me. My very, very big round cake lies between us. There are all blue butterflies and music notes. He has even stuck sugary gummy sweets into the yellow buttercream, he knows I love them.
"Happy birthday Ari, from Jack" is sloppily iced in the center in purple.
"Well you muppet blow them out then," he remarks.
I grin and blow the 16 little sticks out. I've always wondered what it would feel like to be 16, it's no different to being 15 really.
He removes the candles and cuts into the deep sponge revealing another thick double layer of buttercream and strawberry jam inside, yum!!! Now, this is what you call a cake!
"Open your presents first," he says. There are three boxes wrapped in black paper with little gold glittery stars. I tear them open, the first is a butterfly air pods case. The second is a bath bomb set and the third is a Pandora charm for my bracelet. It is a heart with "Ari" inscribed on one side and "Louis" on the other. "I love them, Thank you so much jack" I scream and hug him tight.
He chuckles and hugs back a bone-crushing hug. My brother is very strong. he's the type who gets the girls easily and drives a Honda bike. We are quite well off as mum and dad left everything to us including the shop. My brother is 18 in college and I'm going to college in September. He runs the shop and I work behind the till but when I'm older il join him.
We take the cake to the living room and tuck in while watching Sponge Bob. Don't judge it's a good show. My phone bleeps, it's Abi, she's added me to some group with her and a lad in it. She's trying to set me up again ughhh. I just mute them.
"So the guys are coming around later, to watch the game at 7"
"Cool," I reply.
"Oh and Corbyn's cousin is coming too, called Zach"
"Okay," I smile. It's only 5 now, and we end up binging Sponge Bob till then.
I hate sports so I'm not watching the game with them. Il go upstairs and read Wattpad instead. I love to read books. Books that can take you places that you have never been to before, with characters that draw you in, that you can fantasize about being there with them, in the story. It's fantastic, the power a writer has. They can create such beautiful worlds, and characters who can give you hope, and dreams that capture you into the story. It's not just the story, it is the way a writer writes, how they can grab you and make you forget your world by pulling you into another...
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FanfictionAri doesn't belive in love, you can like someone, you can be attracted to them, care for them but you can't love them. Theres no point in it anyway, feelings don't last. Can he change that? THIS IS A WHY DONT WE FAN FICTION!❤