The mascara runs down my cheek and makes it way to my dress. The same dress he bought for my birthday. Rhinestones all over, rose-gold color, it was really beautiful actually.
"I can't even look at you." he says, even though he does, multiple times.
"Babe it's not... it's not what you think." I cry, almost unable to finish my sentence.
"Huh? It's not what I think! Then what is it, please tell me?" He yells, but tears are running down his face too.
"How am I supposed to believe you. It's my goddamn birthday and you go around kissing other guys!"
"Honey..."
"No! Don't honey me that's all crap now thanks to you, I'm done." His voice fading into a whisper as he walks out the door. I lay crying, and yelling all at the same time.
***
(Five hours before)
"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Rossssssssss. Happy birthday to you!" The crowd shouts. Ross looks back at me before he blows out the candles. It's nice because I can almost guarantee he made a wish about us. I walk to the table while he cuts the cake, and as I pass him I whisper "Come to the back room later I want to give you a little something I got you." He smiles and I walk away to the back room. He takes a few minutes and then the door opens. I close my eyes.
"Happy birthday baby, now come here and give the best girlfriend in the whole wide world a kiss." I smirk. He kisses me, his lips feel different but I don't open my eyes. I hear a door slam (Ross) and I open my eyes to a stranger (more like perv) smirking. Without thinking, I kick him where the sun doesn't shine and run to Ross, where this all started.
(Present Time)
I climb to bed wearing nothing but a t-shirt and undies and fall asleep in the warm white covers.
***
(1:00 am)
"Baby?" he says.
"Ross?" I say my voice all groggy.
"Baby... (he kisses me on the cheek) I thought about it, and if you love me as I much as I love you..." he says
"I do love you a lot..." I say but he puts a finger to my mouth shutting me up.
"Then I know you wouldn't do anything to hurt me, so let's just... (his lips make their way to my lips) forget... (lower) about it (all over).
"Oh and have I told you, you look great in undies?"
