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#23 Birthday?// Derek Luh

You woke up late. Like 3:00 in the afternoon late. You roll out of bed and shuffle over to your closet and grab your outfit. You grab a towel and hop on the shower.

When you get out you blow dry your hair and get dressed you walk out to see a text from your best friend.

Y/f/n: HAPPY BIRTHDAY BITCH

You smile and text her back.

Y/n: THANKS BITCH

You turn off your phone and go downstairs to see if Derek is down there. You walk through the living room and into the kitchen and there is no sign of him. You decide to call him.

"Pick up" you mumble, leaning against the kitchen table.

"Your call has been forwarded to an-" you hang up. He must be at the studio. You brush it off and call y/f/n. She picks up on the second ring.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU. HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR BITCHFACE. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU." You chuckle.

"Thanks. But do you know where Derek is he hasn't called and he didn't leave a note."

"no I don't. So he just left?"

"Yeah normally he leaves a note or calls me but he's just gone."

"On your birthday? What a jackass." You sigh and walk over to the cabinet to grab some food.

"Well he probably just forgot. It's not a big deal." You pour the cereal I to a bowl and grab the milk.

"NOT A BIG DEAL? HE FORGOT HIS GIRLFRIENDS FUCKING BIRTHDAY. HOW IS THAT NOT A BIG DEAL?" You pull the phone away from your ear.

"Y/f/n calm down he's been really stressed lately. I don't really care if he forgot my birthday or not." That's a lie. You pour the milk into the bowl and go to sit down.

"Ya know what. I'm going to be over there in 15 minutes with junk food and a cake." And before you can protest she hangs up. You finish your cereal and put the bowl in the sink.

You walk upstairs and put on a pair of sweats and a big tee shirt. You check you phone. Still no calls. Where the fuck is he. You hear the doorbell ring. You trudge down the stairs and go to the door. You open it to see y/f/n with a cake and a bag of junk food.

"You have a key ya know." You step aside to let her in. She sets the food on the table and turns in the tv.

"Yeah but I couldn't get it out." You roll your eyes and sit down next to her.

"Okay let's get this birthday celebration started."

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"Thanks for coming y/f/n."

"I'm really sorry he didn't show up." She walks to the door and opens it.

"There's still time." She hugs you and walks out.

"Oh one last thing. HAPPY BIRTHDAY BITCH."

"Shut up people are sleeping. It's like 2 am."

She just laughs and walks away. You close the door and go to clean up. The two of you spent all day pigging out and watching supernatural. It was fun but you just wish that Derek had showed up. You were passed upset at this point. You thought he would have actually come home by now and pulled out some cute thing like a surprise date or maybe a fucking apology.

You finish wiping down the counter tops when you hear the door open. Derek walks in and stumbles over to the kitchen. He looks at the remains of the cake in the counter top and looks up at you and then back down at the cake.

"Why do we have a cake?"

You sigh and walk out of the kitchen and up to your room. He comes in through the door just seconds after you sit down on the bed.

"What wrong?" He asks coming over to you. You get up and walk over to the closet.

"Oh nothing. Nothing at all. It's not like my boyfriend forgot my birthday and didn't even call to tell me that he had left."

"Birthday?" Guilt washed over he face. "I totally forgot. I'm so sorry babe I-" you cut him off.

"I didn't think this would ever happen. You were the one person that never forgot anything. My parents, friends, siblings, everyone, used to forget my birthday, my dance competitions, my fucking graduation. But you were the one person who remembered everything. You remembered our anniversary, the place of our first kiss. Everything. But now this happened. I don't understand why people are constantly forgetting me but I just thought that maybe someone other than y/f/n would remember for once." You look down at the ground. You feel tears well up in your eyes.

"No, no, no, don't cry baby." Derek rushes over to you and pulls you into his chest. "I'm so sorry I forgot. I will make it up to you. I promise." You push away a little bit.

"I'm going to go." You say grabbing your keys and a fresh set of clothes.

"No please don't leave." He grabs your hand. You give him a small smile.

"I'm just going over to y/f/n's house for the night. I'll be back tomorrow morning."

"Okay." He lets go of your hand but still looks very upset.

"Just because I'm going doesn't mean I don't love you." You peck his lips, "I just need some time."

"Okay." With one last look you walk out the door and make your way to y/f/n's house.