Tell no one - Paddy Holland

Chapter 13

As a general rule I never went over the top for my birthday.

As much as I loved celebrating other people's birthdays, I was never much of a fan of celebrating mine. Ella and I always went to the movies together and I made my favorite cake (strawberry), but beyond that everything was fairly simple.

My parents were sweet and always gave me presents, but they were too busy to ever actually plan a birthday party for me and by the time I was old enough to do it for myself I had lost interest.

This year however I couldn't see my parents or Ella so I genuinely had no idea what my day would be like.

It was the night before my birthday and I was having a sleepover at the Holland's. This one surprisingly we had actually planned and if I couldn't spend my birthday in New York with my friends and family, the Holland's house was the next best thing.

Tom came and picked me up around 4:30 ish and we drove to their house.

The second I walked in I heard yelling.

"Pretzels are superior!"

"The hell they are!"

"I'm not dealing with you and your bullshit opinions on snacks today"

I smiled "alright boys that's enough"

I took one look at Paddy asking with my eyes and without hesitation he grabbed his car keys.

"We'll grab snacks you two keep up the marriage counseling and we'll be back in 20" Paddy said as Tom tossed him his wallet.

"Don't go crazy" Tom warned.

"Never" we both replied back sarcastically.

Paddy and I got into his car and immediately he started playing all our favorite songs.

With one hand on the steering wheel and the other laced in mine, we drove to the nearest Walmart.

We grabbed a shopping cart and went aside by aisle picking out all kinds of amazing shit.

Cookie dough and candy to chips and frozen pizza, we got it all.

At one point Paddy put me in the shopping cart and pushed me around while we grabbed the last few things on our list.

We paid and drove home, the entirety of which Paddy and I danced and sang along to our favorite songs.

We arrived home and the twins and Tom helped us get all the food into the house.

You would have thought we were hosting a whole ass frat party, but no, just 5 kids for the weekend.

Nikki and Dom were out of town on an anniversary trip so I was just crashing for the weekend.

We spent the whole night playing games, eating food, watching movies, and we even made cookies.

Sam kept complaining he could make much better cookies than Walmart frozen cookie dough, but we just didn't want to deal with Sams OCD in the kitchen and the mess that would follow.

Before I knew it I was upstairs in my bed about to fall asleep.

I heard the door open and sat up to see who was there.

It was Tom.

"Hey, look I know your tired but I wanted to come say goodnight" he said walking in.

"Tom I'm not 9" I protested smiling.

Secretly I thought it was really cute.

"C'mon it's your last night as a 14 year old, I get to come tuck you in"