A Do Or Die Situation (Sequel to To Offset The Shakes) // Andy Hurley/Trohley

Not So Sweet Sixteen [Part One] (Libbie's POV)

Saturday.

My sixteenth birthday.

My sweet sixteen.

The best day of my life, right? I can only hope it will be.

Mackenzie said she had something great planned for me again, and after all the fun we had yesterday - with everyone else and by ourselves - I'm excited to see what today brings. I was still at Mack's house and she was sound asleep, while I sat against the bed on the floor on my phone. I was texting Halle, who was surprisingly awake, given it was only nine-thirty. Normally I'd sleep until noon, but whenever I sleep over at someone's house, I always wake up way earlier than normal, for some reason.

"Oh god!" I quietly shouted as I felt arms wrap around my shoulders. I looked up and a smile came over my face. "You're an ass. No scaring the birthday girl."

"Happy Birthday, baby," Mackenzie said, kissing the top of my head. 

"Thanks, love," I said, setting my phone down and standing up, facing her and pulling her into my arms. "So, what's planned today?"

"Uh, uh, uh, secret," she said, kissing me then running out of the room, making me laugh. 

I jumped over the pizza box that was on the floor from last night and ran after her. She ran into the living room and jumped onto the couch. I ran to her and grabbed her waist and pulled her onto the floor. We kept laughing as we laid on the floor, and soon, her mom came into the living room, tying her robe and yawning.

"Did we wake you? I'm sorry," I said, sitting up.

"Oh! It's nothing, honey, I was awake anyway," she smiled. "How about some breakfast?"

"Let me help you!" I offered, getting up.

She smiled and thanked me, then I followed her into the kitchen. Mackenzie followed us, but sat at the half wall. Her mom and I laughed at her, then we started making breakfast, which was pancakes, bacon, and toast. I handled the bacon and toast while her mom made the pancakes. Once everything was made, I got plates out of the cabinet and handed everyone a plate. I let her mom go first, then Mack, then myself. We sat at the dining room table and ate, and all the while we were eating, I tried to get Mackenzie to tell me what she had planned today.

"Keep askin' and we're not doing anything," Mackenzie smirked, biting into her bacon.

"Ugh," I groaned, setting my fork down. "Why do you hate me?"

"Yes, I hate you. I cannot stand you," she rolled her eyes playfully, making me chuckle. "Anyway, you done?" I nodded. "Good, I'll take care of your stuff, go get dressed."

"But I don't have any clo-"

"Grab stuff from my closet," she said.

I got up from the table and skipped down the hallway, back into Mack's room. I opened her closet door and went through her shirts, grabbing a twenty one pilots shirt. I went through her dresser and grabbed black and black and white checkered skinny jeans - the same pair I had at home. I skipped into her bathroom and closed the door. I quickly changed, then threw my hair up in a perfect messy bun. My makeup, somehow, still looked okay, so all I did was darken it a little, then apply some mascara. I touched up my eyebrows a little, then opened the door and threw my clothes near the end of Mack's bed. 

"You ready?" Mackenzie walked into her room, fully changed, makeup and hair done. 

"Yeah," I chuckled. "What are we doinggg?" I whined.

She simply smiled at me, then took my hand and walked out of her room. Her mom had her keys and purse in hand and was halfway out the door when we walked down the hallway. Mack dragged me outside where the crisp, fall air hit me and made me shiver. We hopped in the vehicle and drove off.