Only Time Will Tell

15 - Moments Like These

- - - Kennedy's POV - - -

It's not that I dread this day of the year, because I don't. It's just another average day. I just dread that it has a title. My birthday. I never understood why today was so important and why I received so much attention on it. I mean, yeah, this day was pretty important 20 years ago, but why now? I wasn't reborn or anything. I didn't do something remarkably fantastic to receive gifts. It just amazes me how people take these days so seriously. But the least I can do is go along with it, just to make everyone feel good. 

"Happy Birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Kennedy, happy birthday to you!!!" Mom and Dad chorused as they lowered a tray onto my bed. I propped my elbows up to look at it. Breakfast in bed, they used to do that every year back in high school. Bacon, eggs, sausage, toast, and orange juice. They really go all out.

I smiled as they each planted a short kiss on my cheek. "Thanks guys." I wasn't too hungry, but I nibbled on the toast anyway. It would disappoint them if I nudged it away.

"So how's my big ol' 20 year old? Not a teenager anymore!" Mom grinned, obviously getting a little emotional. 

"I guess not. Wow I feel like a loser. A 20 year old who still lives at home." I joked, though I meant it a little. I should be in L.A. right now in my own apartment. Not in my new bed in my mother and father's house. But it's not really my fault, I guess. It's my body's fault. 

Dad let out a raspy chuckle, "Now, now. Don't look at it that way. You just love your old man too much to stay away." 

"You're right," I smiled.

"So what are you going to do today, 20 year old?" Mom asked. I rolled my eyes, knowing that she would use that term all day. I know most people would feel either overly joyed that they were now an adult and not a teenager anymore, or super upset that their teenage years are over. But I didn't fall into either of those categories, I didn't really mind being 20. I still looked the same as I did as a 19 year old, and I still acted the same as I always did. Age is just a number, it doesn't mean much. 

"Not sure, probably go over to Harry's and finish up planning Louis' party. It's tomorrow so we have got to get it done. Where's Beck?" I snapped my head around, now aware of the absence of my little blonde friend.

"That is, after you spend some time with us, right?" my dad smiled, "And Beck is downstairs. She's getting something ready for you, I reckon."

"Of course, Daddy." I nodded. 

"Well come down when you're ready." my mom said while patting my dad's shoulder and gesturing him out of my room behind her. 

I sighed, staring down at the meal they laid out in front of me. I carefully placed it on the floor so I could get out of my bed and change out of Harry's hoodie into some real clothes. I slid up my jeans and threw on a long sleeve shirt and combed my hair. I brushed my teeth and took my pill. But before I could reach the door knob to go downstairs, my phone buzzed loudly on my night stand. I smiled at the name I read across my screen.

"Hello?" I asked.

"Hey, K." Harry's deep voice spoke.

"Hey." 

"Do you know what today is?" I could practically hear his smile through the phone.

"The 23rd." 

"Oh, well. Yeah it is the 23rd. But it's not only the 23rd,"

"It's December." 

"Okay, yes. It is December. Come on, K, you know this."  he was getting quite annoyed, I could tell. But it was amusing.

"It's also 2012."