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I woke up to three idiots screaming in my face with a baby. Preston was crying at the horrible screeches coming from Shawn, Quinn and Christian. I sat up and took the baby from Quinn's arms and cooed him.
"I know baby, they're bad singing makes me want to cry too." I laughed rocking the baby. Quinn scooped up Preston and shushed him soothingly.
"He's just hungry." Quinn muttered leaving my room to go feed the baby.
"Happy birthday, Poem Girl." Shawn smiled plopping down on my bed.
"Thanks guys, I just want to sleep forever." I said crashing down on my pillow.
"Well, that's a good idea. I mean you are the birthday girl and whatever you want is what you're going to get." Christian said.
"No." I said answering the question he had in his mind.
"No what?" He asks innocently.
"No we aren't having a party." I repeated snuggling up to Shawn.
"How did you even know I was going to say that?" Christian asked.
"I read your mind." I muttered.
"Liar, Shawn told you didn't he?"
"I did. I told her because I knew she wasn't going to like it." Shawn said rubbing my back.
"What part of 'surprise' doesn't make sense to you? The part where you don't tell her or the part where you don't tell her!?"
"It might have been the part where she lives in a constant turmoil of fucking surprises and instead of fueling my own need to party I thought about her. About what she wanted." Shawn said.
"Please Peyton? Please please please?" Christian begs.
"Christian, throw the party. I just don't want anything to do with it." I said.
"It's a party for you! How will you not have something to do with it?" He asks. A knock hit my door and Rosalinda came in carrying a plate of french toast and a bowl of Cheerios. Behind her Cynthia came with a present and a glass of orange juice.
"Remind me that we are moving you out of the attic." Cynthia says sitting on a chair by my vanity.
"This is my house. I'll sleep wherever I want." I muttered taking the breakfast and moaning as the food was handed to me.
"Are you going out tonight?" Cynthia asked smiling. I shook my head.
"Awh why not? You never go out." Cynthia pouted.
"Again. This is my house." I repeated running a hand through my hair. I ran my tongue over my lips and handed my half eaten tray of food to Rosalinda who put it on my desk.
"I've never seen someone this down about a birthday." Shawn said looking up at me.
"Because it was never just my birthday." I muttered crossing my legs.
"Well today it is, you can do whatever you want." Shawn told me. Cynthia looked between Shawn and I. Cynthia was a woman who needed affection but got it from the affection shared between two individuals.
"Andy and I shared a birthday. We always have. I can't just tear him out of my life like he never existed. Not when there's 12 years of proof that we were friends. That we did love each other. All this shit is happening over a baby. Do I want to lose my best friend over an unborn child?" I asked the room. Everyone sighed.
"Yes." Cynthia said. Her voice was strong. It was powerful. It was motherly.
"What?" Christian asked.
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Bad Intentions
Teen Fiction"Does it bug you?" "Does what bug me" "Does it bug you that I know you better than you know you?" ---- Peyton Andrews has parents that want her to be perfect. Has siblings that want her to be cool and friends that want her to be fun. But when she me...
