It's My Party and I'll Cry If I Want To. (Royce)

ch. 2

Chapter Two:
Just Means There's Way More Cake for Me (Forever, Forever)

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Jacob didn't have any friends. That was evident. He knew this, and it made him quite upset. Jacob always wanted a friend to tell his secrets to, and to share interests with. He wanted someone to vent his feelings to; someone to make him laugh until his sides hurt. He just wanted someone...there.

After wiping a few tears with the back of his hands, Jacob grabbed his creamy-white teddy bear from his pillows, hugging it to his chest. He was sitting in the middle of his queen-sized bed, which was in the corner of his giant, pastel pink-themed bedroom.

"Why doesn't anyone like me?" Jacob asked his teddy bear sadly, already knowing the answer to his rhetorical question. He looked down at his attire, bewildered. "Why doesn't anyone like the way I dress? I like what I'm wearing..." he told himself truthfully, smiling a little at his smooth, cute skirt.

Jacob absolutely adored what he wore on a daily basis. He loved how pretty he felt in frilly blouses, and he loved the way his skirts flowed freely against his legs whenever he walked. Jacob felt completely comfortable with his choices of clothing, but he didn't understand why the world around him weren't. He wasn't hurting anyone. He was just simply being himself.

Still holding the teddy bear securely to his chest, Jacob went over to his window and curiously peered through his blinds to look across the street at the house opposite his—specifically in Chresanto's bedroom. Granted, Jacob knew that this was a tad bit creepy, but he always found himself doing this often once he figured the seventeen-year-old boy lived there.

Jacob always thought Chresanto was...fascinating, and he couldn't explain why. To him, Chresanto was like any other teenaged boy in this town. He played video games, basketball, had a few friends, and was slightly judgmental. He was kind of popular too, but not so popular that he had girls swooning over him from left and right (to Jacob's relief).

There was just something about him. Maybe it was because Chresanto had this sort of chill aura, or that he didn't seem too mean-spirited; or maybe it was because Jacob secretly thought he was extremely cute.

To Jacob's disappointment and surprise, Chresanto's blinds were completely closed. Jacob pouted, wanting to really watch Chresanto and Rayan play GTA 5 since he didn't know what that game was. He didn't know any video games, to be honest. Only board games, which were supposedly lame to others nowadays.

Now Jacob was bored, not having his neighbor to entertain him, and he was also kind of jealous. Chresanto was probably having so much fun, laughing and joking with Rayan like always. Jacob absolutely envied Rayan spending time with Chresanto. Actually, he envied both of them because they were best friends.

And Jacob wished he had a friend, too.

Jacob could feel the tears welling in his eyes, already knowing how to entertain himself since nobody else would.

He'd throw himself a pity party.

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Tossing a few more streamers he'd found in the hallway closet to accompany the decorations he had displayed prior, Jacob smiled to himself in triumph.

"This is so amazing!" he cooed, cupping his face in his palms.

The entire living-room looked like a pastel explosion, with yellow and white and pink satin ribbons hanging everywhere, and white, lavender, and baby pink balloons flooding the spacious wooden floor. A pink and white striped banner with purple letters spelling 'Happy Birthday to Me!' was tacked perfectly to the wall above the beige couch, though he knew it wasn't his birthday.