Forever and Always (IM5 fan-fic)

Chap 18: Hip, Hip, Hooray

Chap 18: Hip, Hip, Hooray

So all of him is what I got.

I fixed my hair and my makeup before we drove back to hall. The table full of food was cleared and replacing it was a two tier cake decorated in a Hunger Games theme.

"Oh my god who the hell made this!" I scream running to the amazing cake.

"You did." Jenny exclaims laughing.

"What?"

"Remember how we made you make all the fondant decorations for my 'cousin'?" Katie explains.

I start laughing hysterically at the fact that I fell for it. Everyone joins in and all you can hear from the other side of the room is echoing laughter.

When everyone finally calms they start singing happy birthday, and I stand there awkwardly waiting for them to finish.

"Hip, hip, hooray!"

I close my eyes, make a wish and watch each of the eighteen candles disappear at the wind of my breath.

"What did you wish?" Gabe whispers standing next to me.

"That this summer will be spent with the love of my life." I whisper in response.

I watch his smile as we cut the cake. I love how I can make his day with just a few words.

"Isn't it yum!" Janet says sitting next to me.

I nod my head, my mouth full of white chocolate cake.

"Good because I used the recipe you gave me, since you are the cook around here." She says and I laugh.

"So I practically made my own birthday cake?"

"Yeh, but Jenny put the decorations on." She says shrugging.

"So is it true about America?" I ask quietly, incase Gabe didn't want me to mention it.

Janet nods her head,

"Yep, and guess what? We're spending Christmas there!"

"Oh?"

"They have a white Christmas in America!"

We both clap our hands in excitement, i've always wanted to experience a white Christmas.

Singing along to the music I skip over to Gabe who is eating his cake still.

"This cake, is really good." He says in between bites.

"Good, because it's my recipe." I say with a wink.

He finishes eating before he speaks.

"It's the music isn't it?" I give him a confused look so he goes on. "That makes you happy, like tonight you've been all... giddy."

"No, i'm pretty sure that is just the beer..."

"No, it's not. You were like this the day at the concert."

"Uhm maybe, I guess so?"

"Do you sing? Or play an instrument?"

"I like singing... but I can't sing good to save a life. I can play guitar though."

"You should show me one day." He smiles his award winning smile and finishes off his cake.

We dance some more, eat some more, take more photos and laugh the rest of the night.

I havn't recieved any phone calls from mum or dad, so I guess they knew about this.

Did they know about America too?