there was fairly lights scattered through the room and on my bed, presents. and more boxes on my floor.
balloons covered the ceiling with pictures hanging down of all of my favorite band members and a letter taped to my wall.
my mouth dropped open to what i was seeing.
"did you do this?"
"yep," he said
"happy birthday cutie."
i hugged him tightly.
"okay this is fucking amazing i. love. you."
"i love you too."
he smiled and looked down at me.
i looked down and turned away from him. i wandered through the room inspecting everything there was.
steve chuckled.
"look at this picture of alex."
he pointed to a picture of alex turner hanging on one of the balloons, alex being mid-air with his guitar in his hand, jumping off matt's drum set.
i laughed.
"he looks hilarious."
we admired the room for a couple more minutes and then,
"ugh i should get going i have to study."
"alright ill catch you later." i smiled and waved goodbye.
i heard him shut the front door behind him. i grabbed the letter hanging on the wall and sat down on the one part of my bed that wasnt covered in presents.
why would steve ever do this for me? i dont deserve it anyways.
i opened the envelope and started reading the letter.
