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Chapter Forty-Four: Happy Birthday From Of Mice & Men

Chapter Forty-Four: Happy Birthday From Of Mice & Men 

 

This was meant to be posted yesterday. Sorrryyyyy. I'm also going to an Of Mice & Men concert in April and I am so excited you don't even know.  

 Austin Carlile is a god with tattoos. 

Ellie  

I practically jump out of bed, my body tingling with excitement already. I couldn't wait to delve into a tub of ice cream, even before I've had a nice, hot cheese pizza. It was my birthday - so why not treat myself? It's not like anybody is going to kill me if I eat shit tons of junk food. If they even try to, I'll scoop out their eyeballs with my spoon. 

"Woah, woah, Ellie!" Mark calls, sitting up in bed almost as soon as I have shot out of it. "You alright?" He asks, snatching his glasses and pulling them on.  

"More than." I reply, tugging my lip between my teeth as a wide smile grows on my face. 

"Oh, happy birthday, babe," He says, tugging my wrist so that I fall onto the bed beside him again. He presses his lips to mine, causing my excitement to be swapped with a numbing sensation of dropping on a- I've used this metaphor many times before. I'm sure you get the idea. "You are now, and I quote, fucking old." 

"Yet I somehow still manage to have a child inside of me who is begging to open the present that you said you had bought her...?" I say rapidly, not even bothering to take a break. I take in a big gulp of air as if I were surfacing from water, and smile again. Mark smirks cockily at me, slipping out of the covers as he walks slowly and casually across the room. He grabs something from on top of the wardrobe - cliché hiding spot, I know - and fiddles with it in his hands for a moment. I see that it is a slip of paper - an envelope, even - and my brows furrow together as I try to guess what might be inside. Other than the card, of course. 

"I hope you like this," He tells me, offering me the card. He scratches the back of his neck nervously, anticipating my response to the gift. "I mean, these." He corrects himself, causing me to be even more confused. I slip my finger under the flap of the envelope, slowly and cautiously opening the card. I open it up, revealing a galaxy card with a cat on the front, probably the closest thing he could get to looking like my YouTube symbol. My grin widens at the sight of the sleek cover, and I open up the card. When I open it, a recorded message reaches my ears and causes me to jump slightly.  

"...is this thing on?" A small mutter can be heard. I laugh a little, but freeze when I listen to the voice more intently. "Oh, ya! HAPPY BIRTHDAY ELLIOT, LOVE OF MICE AND MEN. KISSES AND HUGS FOR YOU!" A bunch of men shout, causing me to widen my eyes and lift my eyebrows. "We hope you have a - oh, shit, I dropped it - great day!" I hear Austin say, and I laugh due to humor and the cascade of fangirl butterflies that attack my stomach. "Your guy Mark got you some all access passes. I can't wait to see you at the show tonight!" He says, and then the message ends. I blink, a little confused. I then actually look down at the card, realizing that I was too mesmerized by the voices of my favourite band to even see what the card held. Two tickets to Of Mice & Men stare back at me.  

Two tickets. 

Two all access tickets to see Of fucking Mice & Men.