The Unexpected

34 || The Surprise

"Keeep your eyes closed," I singsong as I drag Michael through the front door of my apartment, my grip firm on his wrists.

"Skye, is this really necessary?" He chuckles.

"It is of the utmost importance that I do this right. You're only turning twenty-one once, Michael."

I sit him down on the sofa, and tell him to keep his eyes closed as I run to my bedroom to grab his present.

"Are you getting naked?" He yells across the main room, the obnoxious remark reverberating through the empty hallway.

Now standing in front of him, I place the box on the coffee table that separates us and scoff, "that's exactly what I was doing. Is the whip a bit much?"

His eyes shoot open, excitement covering every inch of his face. The stupid grin falls from his lips when he sees the large container sitting on the table and me still in the clothes I was in when I picked him up. He looks at me with a cocked eyebrow, wondering what's inside.

I wait for him to make a comment; to tell me that I shouldn't have gotten him anything. Instead he tears the paper off of the cardboard and unfolds the top.

One by one, Michael pulls out twenty-one separate gifts. At the bottom of the box is a letter explaining each item:

Dearest Buttface,
I don't think that words could ever begin to describe how dear you are to me. When it came time to think of what to get you, I was lost. I had no idea how on earth I could show you how much I care. So, here are twenty-one things that I think of when the thought of my precious twenty-one year-old sneaks into my brain (which is a lot, by the way).
1. lilac hair dye because it's my favorite color on you
2. fiji old spice because I wish you smelt like this
3. a mounted bottle opener because you get so adorably irritated when you can't open your beer bottles
4. black combat boots because yours are terribly worn out
5. a 3DS XL because you always steal mine
6. Pokemon X because I knew you'd need a Pokemon game for the DS
7. an extremely cheesy, lame photo of us but now framed because my favorite thoughts of you are the ones when I realize you're mine
8. bacon chocolates because you clearly need more bacon in your life ((sarcasm))
9-13. band t-shirts because I've stolen half of yours
14. a "pick punch" because you're always throwing fits about losing all your guitar picks
15. his and her "Lady and Mister" coffee mugs because I'm gay as ((shit))
16. a phone case because two phones in one month is a good place to stop at
17. black converse because those are also falling apart
18. a key to my apartment because I'm tired of opening the door for you
19. a magnetic poetry kit ((sexual innuendo edition, oh God)) because I know how much you love being inappropriate
20. a type writer i found at a thrift store because your handwriting is dreadful so writing lyrics will be much neater now
21. a necklace with my initials on the back because we may not always be together, but I want you to remember that I will always be here for you. always.
I love you so so much. Happy 21st Birthday, my love.
Love,
Skye

He inspects the large pile of things and the letter then turns to me and asks, "are you suggesting I smell bad?" as he gestures to the Old Spice.

"I was hoping you'd catch on."

Michael stands up and wraps his arms around me, surrounding me in a hug. He places a giant kiss on my cheek as he picks me up off of the ground. "Thank you. You didn't have to do this, but thank you."

I wrap my arms around his neck, and find his lips with mine. After a short but sweet kiss, I send him and his present back to his house so I can begin to prep dinner. He'd tried to persuade me to let him stay, but I didn't need him distracting me which we both know he would have done.