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"Happy happy birthday to you!" I heard someone yell.
"What the hell?" I mumbled under my breath.
"C'mon sleepy head, wake up," and that's when the voice became clear.
"I have your annual birthday Starbucks and chocolate chip muffin," she said causing my eyes to pop open.
"What's today?" I asked.
"Really?" She asked.
"Yes really," I said, remembering the time when she tricked my the day before my birthday, saying it was my birthday. Ah, good times.
"I swear, it's your birthday, your 18th birthday, now get up," she said laughing.
"I'm up," I said.

We did our routine for my birthday, drink coffee, eat breakfast, plan the day and finally get ready for the day.
I smiled at the thought of today, it was exciting, we had everything planned and finally had money.
"Can I borrow your makeup," she asked me waking in the bathroom.
I was currently taking a shower and letting the water just wash over me. It's normal right, to have deep thoughts in the shower? Either way it didn't really matter.
"Yeah, it's under the sink," I said giving her permission.
This was normal for us, it always has been. We don't see a problem with it, we've went through so much together its like we're family. Well not like family, we are family.

*After getting ready*

"So first we're going to go to the amusement park," she stated making sure I knew the plans, "then we are going to that coffee shop you were talking about, then going to get a cake so we can binge watch Netflix and eat cake and ice cream," she said finishing the plans.

"Yep," I said, grabbing some money from my bag and walking to the door.

We got in the car and started driving to the first stop.

After a few rides, we paused to take pictures, I posted one on twitter with the caption, "Best Birthday Ever!"

After a few minutes, Calum Direct messaged me, telling me, Happy Birthday from him and the other guys.

So far it had been one of the best birthdays I've had in my 18 years of life, even though I can't remember the first five years of my life. I was okay with being 18. Actually I was more than okay, I was happy, excited, scared, and terrified all at once. I would be okay, as long as I had the people I needed.



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