You're My Anchor // Calum Hood

Chapter 1

*Daya's POV*

"Happy birthday, Daya!" The bed shook as my roommate jumped up on it.

"Five more minutes?" I mumbled into the pillow.

"I don't care. Come on! I made you pancakes!" I sniffed the air and smelled the amazing smell of chocolate chip pancakes.

"I'm coming," the girl left as I sat up groggily.

I wiped my eyes and looked around the room. Light shown through the white curtains and indie covers flooded my walls with the occasional poster. This was so tumblr.

I'm so glad Mio and I got a two bedroom apartment together for only a $950 a month. That's a freaking deal! We were pretty young and all, but we both have jobs and are making pretty good income. So why not?

I trudged to the kitchen and sat at the island.

In a horrible British accent Mio spoke, "Missus Birthday Girl, for I have made you flapjacks or whatever you bloody Americans call it." She shoed the air with a hand and grinned.

I giggled at her and she handed me powdered sugar and some syrup. Mio then sat next to me, eating her favorite-bacon.

"So, Day. Have any plans today?" Mio did a dance with her eyebrows.

"I don't know, maybe we can have a chill day, y'know?" I stuffed another piece of pancake in my mouth; these are hella delicious!

"I guess that's alright. I thought we could go shopping. I mean we don't have too, but I got you this anyways," Mio sighed, handing me an envelope.

I looked at her with a raised eyebrow and she looked like she was trying to cover up a smile. From the envelope, was a card. On the front it said a few things about being a great friend and when I opened it fully, money fell out. My mouth gaped and I looked at her astounded.

"One hundred dollars to spend today. I know it's not a lot, but it's all I have left over from groceries."

"Oh my gosh, Mio. You shouldn't have done this! You're the best!" I pulled the girl into a bear hug.

"Daya, I-I can't breathe!"

I let go, laughing. I'm so glad I took off work today!

"Let's go shopping!"

•••

Once we got home from spending the birthday money, I almost collapsed on my bed. I bought some new jeans, one or two dresses, etc. Oh! I also got some band merch!

After I put the clothes away, I went into the kitchen. It was dark, but not too dark.

"Mio? Did the lights go out?" I call out, searching the wall for the switch.

A flick of a lighter and the newfound smell of melting candle wax enveloped the room.

"You didn't--"

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" Mio yelled.

There was a beautiful cake lit with candles placed in front her. I sat in front of the masterpiece as she began to sing Happy Birthday. The entire time I kept giggling because of the faces and voices she did. I then blew out the candles.

"Let's eat, boo!" Mio chirped, flicking the lights back on.

I made the first cut and put a slice on each of our plates.

"I know you're not one to cook, Mi. So who made it?"

"Winn Dixie. I made sure the bakers made it fresh. So it's good!" The girl laughed, "Maybe I should stuff your head in it!"

"Nah ah, boo. My face is too beautiful for this cute ass cake!" We both began to giggle and snort.

Ah, so unattractive.

"Oh, wow. Lookie here. What's this? Another gift for the birthday girl? I wonder what's inside." Mio pulled out an envelope, handing it to me.

I rose an eyebrow. What else could my best friend give me?

I opened the lovely pouch and out came a card.

"Happy birthday, you nut job! Don't cry by the way!" Was written with crayons on the front.

I looked at her once more and she shrugged nonchalantly.

When I opened the card, four things fell out onto my lap. I studied the objects and thus, tears came to my eyes.

"5 Seconds Of Summer concert tickets and V.I.P. Backstage Meet and Greet Passes," I whispered in awe.

5 Seconds Of Summer is one of my favorite bands, so this was clearly important to me. I gawked at my roommate and she grins.

"Since you got me Fall Out Boy tickets for mine last month. I thought I should repay you. Is that good?" Mio tilts her head.

"WELL YES!! Mio, this is the greatest thing anyone has done for me! How much were these though?"

"Five hundred dollars each," she mumbles and my mouth gaped.

"That's basically are rent money, Mi! We don't have that kind of money for concerts!" I grabbed her shoulders and shook them.

Was she crazy?!

"Hey! I worked overtime and used all of my dream car money. So, chill!" She took my hands and put them in my lap.

"I would kill you, but I get to meet my husbands and I'll need a wing-girl!" I wink, laughing.

This will be the best weekend ever!