𝗙𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗱•𝗝. 𝗛𝗮𝗹𝗲✔︎

Birthday Nightmares

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Today was Bella's birthday. She was eighteen today, and I knew she hated the fact. Our birthdays will be celebrated today, as our birthdays are close, but I will make sure Bella celebrates. I had gotten Bella a book she had blabbed about.

I got up to shower, for once I was content with my life. I had a boyfriend, one that I actually liked. I was doing insanely well in school, I mean it was just the start of the new year. I also had great friends. I loved hanging out with all of them. I didn't eat lunch with them too often, but I made sure I did spend time with them. Especially over the summer.

I got closer with Charlie, now things weren't so awkward, and Bella wasn't some roommate. Which was nice.

I stepped out of the shower, shaking away my thoughts as I dried off the best I could. I grabbed a plain black t-shirt, and a light forest green sweatshirt. I may have or may have not stolen it from Jasper. It was a bit too big, but it was my favorite color, and it wasn't like he didn't watch me take it from his closet when I saw it.

I then pulled on some normal jeans. They were more like skinny jeans, which no one wore. Alice was really the only one who did wear them, and she did think that skinny jeans were sort of out of fashion. The jeans had never actually been 'in fashion' so I really didn't know what she was complaining about. I then threw my hair into a lazy braid. It rested on my left shoulder. My hair grew fast, and now it was almost to my belly button. I sort of hated that my hair grew fast, but then again I hadn't cut it for two years, besides trims.

I left the bathroom, to see Charlie heading up the stairs. He shushed me and I silently followed him into Bella's room. She groaned but woke up as we entered the room, sitting up. I leaned against her door frame. I smiled stupidly, she started hating the weeks leading up to her birthday. I knew why, but I tried to ignore the fact. I felt lucky, to not care if I was older than my one hundred and sixty-one, but also nineteen year old boyfriend. I didn't really want to be like four or five years older, but I wouldn't mind being older.

"Happy birthday." Charlie teased, holding a wrapped present from her mom. He got me a necklace. It was a silver necklace with a locket on the end. I put a picture of him and my mother in it. I had found the picture, looking through my room. It was previously an office and storage room for Charlie. Then he adopted me and his daughter moved in with him.

"I thought I said no presents." Bella said, her voice raspy from the morning.

"Well, mine's not wrapped, so technically it doesn't count." He said, handing her a camera. " You mother and I—well, she coordinated with me, so here you go." He handed her her second present. This one wrapped in colorful wrapping paper.

"Thanks, dad." Bella said sincerely as she saw a photo album.

"Yeah no problem." He paused, squinting. Grabbing a strand of her hair. "Is that a grey hair?"

"What? No way." She got up, her eyes widening as she quickly looked into her mirror to see no grey hair. I laughed, and Charlie chuckled.

"Happy birthday kid." He said smiling with pride.

"That was smooth. You're a good actor." I complimented as he walked out. I turned to Bella, "Happy birthday." I teased, a wide smile on my face.

"Uh huh." She rolled her eyes, and then looked at my outfit. She scoffed. "How do you manage to look good in everything?"