Me Plus You ♡ s.m. + m.f.

{78} "Dat Boi" Cake

"I'm so fucking pumped right now!" Jack said to his dad as he spontaneously dropped into a split in the parking lot. They were outside of Giant Eagle, about to pick up Jack's birthday cake. The Irish boy's 16th birthday was tomorrow, and of course he requested a cake with Dat Boi on it.

Padraig rolled his eyes. "Jack, Get up. We don't have time for that right now. We have to be at the hotel by six, and it's like, 5:15."

"Yeah, Jack. You look so ugly when you do that! You're so retarded." Malcolm added, zipping up his black and white striped hoodie.  

The small boy huffed, punching his much taller older brother's shoulder. "This is why you're not gonna graduate high school and your room smells like a hot butthole, you fool! You always say dumb shit like that!" He argued. 

Their father sighed. He was clearly annoyed with both of them. He stopped them before they could say anything else to each other and stood in-between them as they walked through the entrance of the grocery store and made their way back towards the bakery. After he was declined a ride in the shopping cart, Jack began to skip ahead, the sound of his black flip flops smacking violently against his heals as he skipped was enough to drive Padraig insane. It was February and Jack was still wearing those damn flip flops as if he were poor and didn't have nicer shoes to wear, which he did.

Padraig really did love both of his boys, even if they were both accidents.

The thirty-something-year-old man ran a hand through his full, perfect white hair. He walked up to the counter at the bakery and was greeted by an older woman.

"Good afternoon sir, what can I do for you today?" She smiled, resting her folded hands on the countertop.

Padraig cleared his throat. He glanced behind him, catching the sight of Jack's spastic movements (possibly dancing) to a random song playing throughout the store. He turned back to the lady once more.

"Yeah, I'm here to pick up a birthday cake for my son."

"Okay, what does the cake look like?"

"It has Dat Boi on it."

The woman nodded and made her way to the back where all the custom cakes were stored. A few minutes later she came back with her hands empty and a puzzled expression plastered on her face. "I don't think we have anything like that here. All I saw back there was a cake with a picture of a frog riding a unicycle printed on it."

"Umm.. Yeah, that's it." Padraig chuckled, feeling slightly uneasy. He was a bit embarrassed and didn't necessarily understand the joy such a strange and pointless meme brought Jack.

The lady went back to retrieve the cake and Padraig turned to Jack once more. The small Irish boy was still fooling around, recording a video for Snapchat as he spun around in circles.

"Jack, you're gonna fall and break your ass if you don't stop spinning like that. Go find Malcolm cause we need to leave."

Jack nodded and put his phone back in the pocket of his purple rain coat. Just as he began to run off, he tripped over his own feet and fell flat against the light brown tiles on the floor.