this charming man - j.k.

seven

It was the day before my birthday. I was about to be 17. I didn't really feel different, except for the fact that I'm old.

I wanted to skip school tomorrow, I couldn't though. It was auditions for the play. Oh yeah, I ended up signing up. Josh went with me and everything. The director talked to me, I don't really remember what she said.

We were going to be performing 'A Midsummer Nights Dream,' written by Shakespeare. I was actually really excited for it. Josh was going to try out for Puck. I loved that idea. I think I was gonna go for Helena. If not, maybe Hermia.

I was actually really nervous about the try-outs. I have never done this before. I practiced occasionally with Josh after school. I found myself hanging out with him more and more as the days went by.

I read over the script, trying to rationalize my feelings. I heard my phone go off, giving me a much needed break from my insanity.

Josh
What are your plans for tomorrow?

I smiled, hoping he was referring to my birthday. I liked to act like I didn't really care about my birthday, but at the same time, if someone were to forget it, I'd feel heart broken.

I don't really know, why are you asking?

Because I'd like to know when I'd get to hangout with the birthday girl :)

Well, in that case, I am basically free from 12-3 and 7-10

I have plans after 12, but I would be down for the 7 to 10.

Whatever you like

But it's your birthday. You should decide.

Exactly, and I want to do whatever you want to do

Alright
Let's say I pick you up at 7 then?

That works

Okay
:)

:)

I closed my phone, and I could feel the excitement in my chest.

I got to hangout with Josh on my birthday. I wonder if he got me anything. I know that sound really selfish, but I can't help but wonder.

I woke up to my door creaking slightly. I stayed silent knowing it was probably my mom.

There was very light footsteps when arms wrapped around me.

"Happy birthday, honey!" My mom whisper shouted. I smiled and turned to look up at her sleepily.

"Thank you mom." I said.

"Now, wake up. I've made some food. Not exactly home cooked, but I bet you'll still love it. She smiled and left my room. She woke me up 15 minutes earlier then usual.

I slowly crept out of my bed into the kitchen. I sat down and my other put French toast and a small smoothie infront of me.

"Your favorite, right?" She asked, I could hear how she was slightly unsure.

"Yes, this is my favorite, thank you mom." I said.

She smiled and sat down across from me. We ate in silence, I ate rather slow compared to my mom.

"How does it feel to be 17?" She asked.

"I'm not 17 yet." I said pointing. "Not until 11:34."