Living With The Bad Boy

30) Very Funny Huckleberry

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" we all scream at him. He laughs as we fall to the ground and he hugs us back.

"You guys really didn't have to," he grinned, dusting the dirt off his clothes. His eyes shone as he took in the photo booth and all the other decorations in the yard. Not to be conceited but we did a pretty good job.

"Of course we had to," Nena scoffed, smacking his head. "You're eighteen, of course we need to throw you a party. I see why Lauren calls you an idiot."

"So the security outside?" he pieced the puzzle together. "And Lauren distracting me and everyone else disappearing? That makes so much sense."

"This place is lacking people," Katherine commented, scrunching her nose up as she strutted over in her heels and tiny dress that covered nothing and showed off everything. "I thought y'all invited the whole school. This kind of looks empty." Personne ne vous a demandé salope.

"We knew that he wouldn't want random strangers in his backyard, especially this part of the yard so we didn't invite every single person," Chase cleared the air. That was a smart thing to do, he doesn't really seem to like crowds before compared to when I first moved here. "Your grandmother invited some of your close relatives and the soccer team minus Josh and some other family friends."

"What family friends?" he asked, narrowing his eyes. I knew what he was thinking, business partners and reliable lawyers aren't exactly the most exciting people to be around.

"Someone by the last name of Garrison," he shrugged. Luke and I instantly froze. No, that can't be right. "It's just them and their daughter, don't worry." Is everyone moving to Connecticut?!

"Garrison?" he repeated, frowning. No, he can't catch on, it's his birthday. He can't worry, Lauren, do something.

"Who wants to play air hockey?" I blurted, trying to divert everyone's attention. Luke gave me a small smile and squeezed my shoulder, looking out for the so-called Garrison family.

"Me!" Marcie excitedly yelled. The name instantly clicked her brain and she gave me a quick concerned smile.

"Let's go then," I said, leaving Sam alone to meet up with his old cousins. He looked genuinely happy talking to his family and the last thing that I wanted was to ruin that for him. Moving in and crashing their lives was bad enough.

"Garrison?" she whispered, concern in her eyes. "That's too much of a coincidence."

"I hope not," I muttered, pulling her into the photo booth. "You know what, forget about them. It's Sam's birthday today."

She gave me an unsure look before slowly nodded. "If that's what you want. Do we really have to take pictures?"

"Of course," I gave her a crazy look. We gave three silly poses twice so we could each have a set of pictures to keep.

"Great," she clapped her hands. "We took pictures and now we are going to play air hockey without any distractions."

"Fine," I playfully groaned, laughing along with her. Two people who looked a lot like Sam and Lena, most likely their cousins were on our right and Ace and Bethany were on the left, laughing and giggling. Wait, Bethany and Ace?

They both stopped playing, noticing Marcie and I's Cheshire cat grins. "Hello!" we both chorused with evil grins.

"Hi," they warily greeted back, nervously looking at each other. Bethany reset the buttons and started to back away. "We're fine, we're enjoying the party, stop smiling, you guys look creepy, okay we're leaving now." They both quickly ran away awkwardly as far away from us as possible.