airports // 5sos au

xxxi.

(luke)

Birthdays were never a big deal for me. Yeah, it was fun to have a party, be with your friends, and eat too much food, but I've never felt the need to make a spectacle out of mine. I don't know, they just seem a little redundant for me. However, I am guilty of constantly making a big deal out of other people's birthdays.

Yesterday, Emily was talking about how Meghan's birthday is coming up in a couple weeks. Emily's busy planning some stuff and she was asking me for my opinion all throughout Pro. Comm., I mean it's not like anybody pays attention in the class anyways.

However, that conversation got me thinking about Emily's birthday. More specifically, how I didn't even know when it is. So, I texted Meghan and found out that it's in October. I felt bad that I missed her birthday (even though I didn't know her then) and I realized that her half-birthday was in a few days, so I came up with a plan.

And that brings us to me currently driving to Emily's house at two in the morning.

She's told me some time ago that she really likes the idea unexpected trips (she hasn't experienced one, apparently, so she likes the idea of them), and I figured that's a fairly good birthday gift, or at least I hope it is. I drum my fingers nervously on the steering wheel of my car as I pull into the familiar driveway.

According to Emily, her parents are out on a business trip and she's given me a key (in case she locks herself out, which actually has happened a couple times since she first gave me the key), so I just let myself in and walk upstairs to her room.

I quietly tip-toe into her room and sit down cross-legged right by her bed, directly across from where her head is facing. I take out my phone and play "Is There Somewhere" by Halsey, which is an alarm on Emily's phone that's gone off in class a few times. She begins to stir and slowly opens her eyes, once she sees me she groans loudly.

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

"Well, shit, at least try to contain your enthusiasm," I roll my eyes.

"Sorry," She mumbles with closed eyes, "but if you want enthusiasm, don't play a song that I use for my alarm."

"I knew that it would wake you up, though."

"That's true, but it's evil," She whines, "Wait, is it Monday already?"

"No," I laugh, "It's Saturday morning."

"Oh, good," Emily opens her eyes and little and smiles sleepily, "What time is it?"

"It's about two o'clock."

"Two?" She groans, "Why are you here at two in the morning?"

"I came to surprise you."

"Surprises can happen at noon, you know," She moves her hand from under her pillow and holds it out to me.

"Yes, I know, but this surprise has to happen at two," I smile, intertwining our fingers.

"Why?"

"If I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise, now would it?"

"What if the surprise is just that you're going to let me sleep? That'd be a great surprise."

"Just get dressed, yeah?" I ask.

"Where are we going?" She eyes me suspiciously.

"Just wear what you normally wear," I shrug, "It's nowhere fancy."

"We're going somewhere?"

"Yeah, and you can even sleep in the car on the way there," I smile.

"Okay, fine, I'll get up," She sighs with a smile.