Little Bird

Little Bird Part 2

Every year for Christmas and our Birthday’s Ed and I got each other cat stuff animals. Ever since I Ed and I meet cats had always been our thing. We could both would get something else along with it, but it always was a stuffed cat. 

One year I deiced to get something really special for Ed, he always seems to get me the best thing ever. I was thinking about what to get him for ages, until one day, when I was 15, we took a walk down through the town. There was a guitar place that we often stopped by, but everything in there was too expensive to even buy, so we would only look.

“Come on let’s go in there.” Ed grinned like a little boy on Christmas.

“Ed it’s the same thing every time.” I sighed. It was snowing and my hands and feet were both frozen and I just wanted to get to the coffee shop, which was our destination.

“Please Hadley, I’ll do anything.” He begged me his eyes so beautiful. He stuck out his bottom lip pouting, like he knew I always hated cause I couldn’t say no to that.

“Fine.” I laughed and he opened the door for me.

We looked around at all the guitars hanging on the wall, and Ed walked along the lines looking at the acoustic ones.

“I want this one.” He said stopping in front of an old, beautiful acoustic guitar.

“Really?” I wondered looking up at it and seeing the price.

“So badly.” He sighed sadly. Ed had a guitar, but it was old, and broken and beaten up.

Then I knew exactly want to get him. When I got home I went straight to the money jar I had underneath my bed. I took the money I had been saving since I was 5, and laid them out. I was a little short, so I did some extra work until I got all the money I needed.

 It was hard to find a day to buy it since Ed wanted to hang out every day, and I didn’t want him to suspect anything. Finally, a few days before Christmas, Ed was at a friend’s house and I bundled up and carried the money all the way to the store.

The way there I was freezing cold. My hands were numb and I could barley move my fingers. Once I got there, I went straight to the guitar that Ed wanted and went to pay for it.

“You’re actually buying something?” The man behind the counter said. He was always here, no matter what.

“Christmas present for Ed.” I smiled pulling out the money and handing it to him.

“You must really love him don’t you?” He grinned and pulled out a guitar case. “How long have you to been dating then?” He wondered setting it in the case.

I was taken aback by this assumption. People always thought that Ed and I were dating, but they never assumed we were deeply in love.

“I do love him a lot.” Is all I said with a smile on my face. I didn’t even deny the fact that we were dating.

“Well best of luck to you.” He smiled and handed me the guitar case and my change back. As soon as I finished I carried the guitar to another store and bought Ed a stuffed kitty. Then I took them both all the way home.

When Christmas rolled around I had never been this excited to give Ed his present. Every year I go to his house on Christmas and spend it with his mother and brother and him, because they were my family. My dad didn’t do anything anyways.

Ed and I always went to the tree to exchange presents, because we liked being alone. This time though I told him I had to go before we usually go, to set up. We usually walk together so he was taken aback by this. Once I got to the tree I hid his guitar and sat underneath the tree, which blocked me from the snow.