Chapter Forty Three

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After the fundraiser, a couple of weeks passed and then the next big weekend hit. Aside from the filming Tana did not do too much, and she was not going to plan too much for November the fourteenth, however, she had a good bunch of friends. It was Tana's twenty third birthday, which technically was on the Sunday, the fifteenth, but they would be celebrating on the Saturday for her. Tana never really looked forward to her birthday, however, this year Jason was taking over, he was planning it all for her. One because she was not planning anything, and two because she was so busy she had not time to do so anyway.

She had finished filming for the day and was currently at Jason's house. It was a couple of hours before the celebrations would start and Dillan was also there, helping Jason to get everything ready. Tana was so grateful to have such good friends. Jason was lending his house to her for the party, because her place was simply too small.

On the other hand, Jason's was very secure, with security gates guarding the place firmly. The house was three stories high, with a four car garage and a large front and back garden. There was a pool and a pool house out the back, with a sauna next to it. The ground level of the house homed the kitchen and main living area, an extra rumpus area and a home theatre. There was a bathroom and laundry as well. On the second floor there was an office, a full bathroom and six bedrooms, each with walk in robes and a small bathroom. On the top floor were two main bedrooms, each had a personal sitting area, a large dressing room and large bathrooms. Jason's house was large and he had shown Tana around when she first arrived. She loved it and wondering how he had come too own such a large house, she asked if it was all his hard work being a doctor. Jason told her he wished it was, but the house had belonged in his family for a long time now and he had obtained it when his father had passed away when he was twenty.

"So... how many of us will there be?" Dillan asked curiously as they stood in the kitchen area.
"Between twenty and twenty five." Tana answered him.
"You have a lot of friends." Dillan laughed.
"She is a very loveable person." Jason said with a grin.
"OHHHH." Dillan teased with a laugh.
"Grow up." Jason teased back, throwing some cheese at him.

Tana laughed and shook her head at the two. She was glad that people could have fun, joke about with each other. She felt life had been too serious for her for a long time and it was good to finally feel like it was getting better. The way they were, messing around, having fun, Tana was glad. Jason was a few years older then she was and Dillan was the same age. They were adults, growing up and finding their way, but it was good to let loose from time to time. That was what tonight was all about.

Allyson and Luke were the firs two to arrive, together. No surprise there, it was common office knowledge that the two of them were actually together now. After those two arrived, everyone else seemed to start arriving like clock work. Chelsea arrived and straight away started to help out, which she always did and Tana was always grateful for it, even if she felt guilty that her friends always helped her. With four of them working together, they got everything finished before too many other had arrived. Everything started out casually, just mingling and chatting. Tana took another look around Jason's house, finding herself standing in the study, looking at a paining on his wall. It was interesting and she liked it.

"I did not know you liked art." A voice spoke behind her.

Tana felt surprise hit her and she turned around, bumping straight into the body of Clark. He had done it again, startled her, making her jump. She had not been sure if he would have come to the celebration, and once she steadied herself, she felt joy wash over her to see him standing there. She had not expected anyone to sneak up behind her, and so she stepped back, calming and looked up at Clark. He had a straight look on his face, looking down at her.

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