dirty little secrets

happy birthday

Emily's pov:
As I come downstairs to make breakfast, I hear the sound of quiet music playing, and when I enter the living room, I see michelle climbing a ladder, putting up decorations.

I furrow my brows as I watch her from the doorway. There's a huge smile on her face, and I can tell that she's enjoying this, but what exactly are these decorations for? I told her I don't want a party in here.

"Michelle...?" I grab her attention.

"Oh hey!" She seems excited as she finally notices me.

She climbs down from the ladder, walking over to me before she pulls me closer and attaches our lips. I allow her to kiss me for a moment before pulling away.

I chuckle. "What- what is all this?" I ask, looking around the room at the decorations.

She hesitates for a moment before telling me, "Party decorations." She smiles.

My eyes widen slightly as she says this, and I instantly know that she ignored every word that I said.

"But michelle, I asked you not to do this...?"

"You- you know how I get with loud noise and too many people." I begin to panic.

She rolls her eyes. "I know, but can't you just put that aside for once? It's my birthday." She makes me feel instantly guilty.

I lower my head, slightly upset that she didn't listen to me. "Sure.. I guess so."

"Happy birthday, by the way."

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Michelle's pov:
It's now around six, and my party guests are beginning to arrive. Emily hasn't shown herself since this morning. She got ready and left. I have no idea where she's gone, but she's still not back.

I put on the dress that I bought specifically for this party, and I actually made an effort.

I invited all of the dancers from A troupe, some friends, and a few people I know from my time in the dance world.

I quickly get the party up and running with music blasting through every Bluetooth speaker in the house, and instantly, I begin enjoying myself.

I bring out the alcohol that I bought, and after some time, I become quite drunk.

I'm having so much fun right now, I feel like a teenager again.

With the music booming through the house and everyone having fun, I feel satisfied, and I decide to let loose a little more.

Emily's pov:
As I pull up in the driveway, I instantly know that michelle went behind my back as I see the flashing lights and hear the blasting music that's coming from inside the house.

I step out of my car and pull put my keys as I head towards the front door and the minute I walk inside I'm surrounded by crowds of people that I don't know.

It's too hot in here.

As I rush through the house trying to find michelle, the heat hots my body, and I instantly feel like passing out.

When I finally spot michelle through all of the crowds, I attempt to shout over the music to get her attention.

"Michelle!"

"Michelle!"

I call her name a few times as loud as I can, yet she doesn't hear me. All of the speakers are Bluetooth, so there's no way I can turn the music off to send everyone home.

Instead of sticking around, I rush upstairs to the bedroom and quickly slam the door behind me. I feel so breathless, and having this many people in the house isn't good for me.

And michelle knows that.

I don't know why she would do this.