Broken || a. i.

Chapter 2: The Envelope

Emily:

"Happy 18th birthday!" my Nana said as she came through the front door. She was holding a large pink bag with white tissue paper. It was full of clothes, no doubt. She loved shopping for me. I hated it. All I wear is band merch and skinny jeans. She wanted me to wear Hollister, American Eagle, etc. Gross. She looked me up and down and rolled her eyes.

"All black, really?" She asked.

"Well, yeah." I shrugged. I felt disappointed. I respected her opinion and if she didn't like the all black, I'd have to change it.

"Okay. Whatever." She said and shrugged her shoulders. She didn't care. I had a 6th sense that could tell when people were lying. And she defiantly didn't care.

"What have you gotten so far?" Nana asked.

"Beats, they're really good headphones, and this All Time Low crew neck sweatshirt," I pulled it out of one of the bags. It was black with the band name on the front in a pretty cursive font. On the back was lyrics from "Remembering Sunday."

"I'm over you now. I'm at home in the clouds, towering over your head." I read the lyrics aloud. Those were my favorite lyrics from that song. From any song, actually.

"That's... cool?" she questioned.

"Very." I chuckled. "Do you want me open your gift or wait or...?"

"You can open it now. Here." She held the bag out. It was remarkably light. I sat on the floor and pulled out the tissue paper. In side was a single piece of paper. I reached in and grabbed it.

"What is i-" I screamed. On it was a picture of a very expensive acoustic guitar.

"How did you know?" I asked looking at the paper. As I looked closer I saw it was a delivery receipt that you'd print out when you ordered something online. The scheduled delivery date was Monday. Two whole days away.

"Well you asked for a guitar for Christmas and never got one. I asked your mom and she said that you still wanted it." She replied with a smile.

"Thank you!" I got up from my spot in the floor and hugged her. I walked to my room and pinned the picture on my bulletin board. I smiled at it. I went back out to the kitchen.

I said thanks again but was cut off. There was a honk from outside. I went to the door and saw my friend Kate's car in the driveway. I laughed.

"It seems she want me to go somewhere. Can I?" I asked my mom.

"It's your birthday. Be back by 6 for dinner." She said.

I ran to the door and called out, "One sec!"

She honked 2 more times in an impatient way. I grabbed a sweatshirt and ran out front. I hopped in shotgun and buckled in.

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

"I came to see my best friend in her birthday." She said it like I was supposed to know the answer.

"Here." She placed a bag in my lap. Kate wasn't one to waste words. I pulled out the tissue paper. Inside was a Shop Jawbreaking t-shirt. It had "Veni, Vidi, Vici" written across the middle (check my Instagram for a picture).

"I came, I saw, I conquered." I translated Julius Caesar's famous quote.

"Thank you soooo much!" I hugged her from the passenger seat. I had asked for the shirt as well. As we drove down Main Street I tried to guess where we were going. Mall? A late lunch? I had no idea.

20 minutes later we pulled into the elementary school parking lot. There was only one in our small town. This was where me, Kate, and Lindsey met for the first time in the 1st grade. I smiled at the memory. Kate got out and walked to the deserted playground.

"You just gonna sit there?" she called. I chuckled and put her gift on the floor of the car and unbuckled. As I walked to the swing beside her I heard the crunch of leaves underfoot. I looked to my left and saw Lindsey trying to sneak up on me. I laughed at her feeble attempt.

"You really thought that was gonna work?" I said.

"Pfft. Yeah. Uh, no." She sighed. I laughed again and sat down beside Kate on the swings. Lindsey sat on the ground in front of us.

"Do you remember in 5th grade when we would play four square everyday?" Kate looked over at the cement as if she could see the younger versions of us playing.

"Yeah! and in second grade when we would sneak food from the cafeteria and eat it over there?" Lindsey pointed to underneath the climbing wall. It all seemed so small now.

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*3 hours later*

"Shit." I checked my phone. (Now wrapped in its new Mayday Parade case, thanks to Lindsey) it was almost 6. 

"What?" Lindsey asked. We were still on the same spot. We had talked about stories from elementary and middle and high school for 3 hours.

"I have to go home. My mom wanted me home for dinner." I got up and brushed the wood chips off of my pants. Kate got up too.

"I'll drive. Linds, do you need a ride?" Kate glanced at her.

"Nah I'll walk. Thanks though." She finally got up and began to walk to the woods that connected the baseball field to her neighborhood. As Kate and I got in the car we waved.

"See you on Monday!" she called from the beginning of the path. I nodded and then she disappeared into the trees.

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"Thanks. I had fun today." I said to Kate through her window.

"No problem. See you in homeroom." I backed up and she pulled out of the driveway. I waved as she turned the corner.

I walked in and smelt my favorite meal: chicken, roasted potatoes, and carrots with a garlic sauce.

"Mmmmmm. Something smells good." I put my sweatshirt on a hook by the door.

"Thanks. What did you do with Kate?" my mother asked from the stove.

"We met up with Lindsey at Lincoln." I replied as I sat down at the counter. 

"That's nice." My mother set a full plate in front of me. Then she went down the hall to get my sisters in their room. She came back out and they soon followed. We each took our seats and began to eat.

When dinner was over we went to the couch to watch some tv. I kept eying the last bag and the envelope every ten seconds.

"Don't just stare at it. You can open the bag first." My mother said. I grabbed the bag and tore out the tissue paper. Inside was "Our Moment," One Direction's new perfume.

"Thanks." I put it aside and went straight for the envelope. I carefully peeled off the flap and pulled out the contents. I screamed so loud I think people in Africa heard me.

"OH MY GOD THESE ARE FRIKIN' FIVE SECONDS OF SUMMER TICKETS!" I stood up and did a little jig. I looked over the tickets and screamed again.

"THESE ARE FRONT ROW HOW IN GOD'S CREATION DID YOU GET THESE?" I asked my mom. These had to have cost a million dollars. My mom didn't have that kind of money, being a single parent. And along with all these other expensive gifts? No way.

"Emily. Calm down. I won them on a radio show. Are you happy?" She was smiling.

"AM I HAPPY? WHAT KIND OF QUESTION IS THAT? OF COURSE IM HAPPY."

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Okayyyy. So she got the tickets. YAY!

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