Delicate () Chris Evans X OC ✓

Birthdays suck (-6)

*December 12th*

It's the most least wonderful time of the year. My birthday! Well, tomorrow. I've never liked birthdays because birthdays are just days in my family. We maybe go to dinner at one of our restaurants but that's it. I also get a present, like new socks or a shirt. But I don't need presents.

But we have one rule on a birthday. The day is spent at home, at school and at the restaurant. No going out. 'Family time'. But it isn't much family time because my parents are very busy in the restaurant. It's the holidays and everyone wants to eat at our restaurant.

So it's a day spend with either my annoying brothers or my guitar. Well I choose my guitar. But this year I have a third choice. Chris on the phone.

Ever since our date at Fenway Park we've been calling each other a lot. And with a lot I mean a lot. I have my own Nokia but Chris doesn't have his own phone. He uses the house phone which means his whole family can listen to our conversation. Sometimes we have to stop calling for a few minutes because one of his family members has to call someone.

My phone rang, Chris.

"Hey Emma! So tomorrow is your birthday and I wanted to plan something, do you have anything in mind?"

I sigh, god I have to tell him the truth. "My family always has these 'family days' for birthdays. Which means I only get to leave the house for school and our restaurant."

"Oh, okay. Why did you say family days like that?"

"Because my parents still work and are gone for the entire day. So it's just me, my brothers and my guitar."

"CHRIS! Are you calling the girl again!?"  A boy asks that I don't know. Maybe he's Chris's brother.

"What Scott? I'm on the phone."  He went from his calm and happy tone he always has to an irritated one.

"With the girl?" 

"None of your business Scotty, let me talk to the person in peace."

"Come onnnnnnn we all know you are calling the girl."

"Scott I swear-"

"Christopher and Scott, knock it off right now. Scott, can't you see he's talking to someone and he doesn't want you listening?"

I assume that voice is their mother. After a few minutes of talking Chris came back.

"Sorry, I have to hang up. See you later."

"It's okay, see you later." He hang up.

#

Today is the day. My 14th birthday. I'm no longer gonna be my favorite number as my age. School went by quickly, but I didn't see Chris.

I'm sitting on my bed with my guitar. A few days ago our elderly neighbours came over and told us about their love story. I'm making a song about it.

She said I was seven and you were nine.
I looked at you like the stars that shined.

In the sky, the pretty lights.

Henry bursts into my room without knocking. "We gotta go to Fayden's, come on." Fayden's is the name of our restaurants.

"Have you heard of knocking? And can I skip? It's my birthday."

"Nope, you gotta go and serve." I sigh before getting up and following Henry and Ray to the garage. Ray can drive so he drove us to Fayden's.

Mom was waiting on us infront of the restaurant. She was smoking her cigarette. God I hate it when she smokes.

Ray and Henry were sitting in the front of Ray's car and I was sitting in the back. Am I the youngest? Nope. Why do I sit in the back then? To quote Henry: You are a girl, so you sit in the back.