I woke up with a smile on Mason's birthday and he was turning fifteen. Stretching out, I reached to the side for my phone. I grabbed it and opened Instagram, thinking about what to say in Mason's birthday shoutout. I started scrolling through my feed as one usually does when going on Instagram. Deciding I was done, I was about to click the create post button when I saw Alisha's birthday post.
x.alishaaaaaaaaaa
Happy birthday Mason!! You're fifteen. I swear down that when we were in year two and we were seven we used to be like 'imagine being fifteen...ewww so old!!" but now looks at you. You were my best friend since reception and we're still best friends now. Like ten solid years of friendship. You are a cocky bastard but you're caring and loving. Remember when Mrs Mers fell down in year six and we were all like bare silent but then YOU decided to break the silence (which I'm shit thankful for) by legit spluttering out your laughter. And when you started that food fight in the dinner hall in year three. It all started because you were idiotic enough to throw you mash potatoes in my plate and I threw them back and you threw them back in my plate but, because of your shit aim, it got on my jumper and I chucked my chocolate cake (more like mush because it was mixed in with the chocolate custard) at you and some idiot yelled food fight. We were in bare trouble with the school but we spent our "detentions" flicking rubber pieces at each other. I hope you have the best birthday ever and I love ya<3
So Alisha and Mason went to the same primary school? Explains a lot. It was so cute though! He told me that he started a food fight in primary and I called him a punk. Primary school love. I found it funny. I clicked the plus icon and I started mine.
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I took a look at myself in the mirror before heading out. Don't ask me why but I always made a bigger effort to look nice on his birthday. I was wearing my black ripped skinny jeans, a dark blue, flowy, sleeveless button up, black Converse (of course, I never part with my Converse) and a leather jacket with my hair in a half up half down top knot. While assessing my outfit, my phone buzzed.
Mai
>> We're outside.
I opened the door and saw all four of them outside. Mai and Jayleen were engulfed in conversation and Alisha and Mason were laughing their heads off for some unknown reason.
"Hey," I said to Mai who looked like she wanted to die in the corner with Jayleen covered her ears.
"Thank God you're here. They've been laughing like hyenas the entire bus journey," she whined.
"It's his birthday, leave him be," I warn.
"Not making any promises, J. None at all," Jayleen answers.
Smiling, I walked up to Mason who instantly perked up at my appearance. I wrapped my arms around his neck and his arms on my waist.
"Happy birthday, Mase," I said, smiling.
He looked down at me intensely and I licked my lips self consciously. Almost two years and he still did this to me.
"What?" I asked. "Do I have something in my teeth?"
Mason just let out a low laugh and leaned to to kiss me. He brushed his lips against mine before pulling away.
"Expect more of those. It is my birthday," he smirked.
"Oh, you little shit," I said, laughing.
He smiled and leaned down, indicating that he was asking if I wanted a piggy back. I jumped on and he straightened.
"Your little shit."
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"Please?"
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