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» Twenty

Don't read if you're too young and/or innocent, but I guess if you've read this far then you'll be fine lmao.

After Jeremy left last night, I didn't drink again. Why? Today was my birthday. I was twenty years old and I didn't want to ruin this birthday by passing out from being so drunk, as I had done on my other birthdays. Maybe I wasn't in the best state of mind without the alcohol anyway, but what's the point in making it worse?

Rolling my eyes, I downed the rest of my lukewarm coffee before approaching the door that three loud knocks had sounded from only moments ago. Jeremy probably left something here, and if he did, I didn't think it was an accident. Any excuse to get close to me.

I swung open the door, I wasn't going to let anything ruin my day no matter who was standing there, or so I thought. My stomach sunk and my heart fluttered at the sight of Wilmer in front of me.
What he was here for could either make or break my day, and I hated that he had that power over me.

I was left speechless, my mouth running dry as I looked at him not knowing what to say.

"Happy birthday, Demi." He smiled, passing the bouquet of flowers that I hadn't even noticed he was holding to me.

I took them. I felt like a robot, not having any words of my own. "What?" I asked, coming out of my state of shock at the sight of Wilmer. "How did you know it was my birthday?"

He shrugged, "I have my ways" He winked before I opened the door to let him in. "I want to talk to you since it's your birthday and all..." He trailed off, his eyes wondering to all of the empty vodka and Jack Daniels bottles around the room. "One more year until you can legally drink." A look of guilt came upon his face as my stomach twisted.

"Thank you for the flowers, but I'm trying to have a good day, so please leave..." My eyes welling with tears as I tried to avoid eye contact with the man.

Wilmer ran his fingers through his short black hair, almost as if he was feeling conflicted because apparently, I'm an empath now. "I want to spend today as we normally would have before everything happened when we were happy. I want to pretend like we are just happy and nothing else, I hate fighting with you and being your birthday I thought it would be a good day to just let everything go."

"Yes." I didn't even think about it before agreeing, I just knew I needed it.

"Okay, now what do you want for breakfast?" The conversation jumping was giving me whiplash at this point.

I thought to myself for a moment. I had always loved people doing stuff for me on my birthday, I loved being spoilt because I grew up spoilt on my birthdays, but I guess it wasn't really the same anymore. "We can go down the street and order some pancakes?"

"Or, I can make them for you..." Wilmer trailed off.

I smiled as my eyes beamed with excitement. "Yes! Please!"

"I make some killer pancakes." He winked, planting a kiss on my cheek. "Only for the birthday princess though." I blushed as he said that. Turning my heels and making my way towards the sofa, Wilmer made his way into my small kitchen and began preparing the pancakes. He knew where everything was from when he had stayed here in the past. I'm pretty sure he knew my kitchen better than I did.

When he was finished he said, "Here you go, my love." My love. The pet name rung in my ears as my heart fluttered. I turned my head to see that he was holding my pancakes in one hand, and a spatula in the other.

"Thank you." I smiled while taking the plate. As he was about to turn around to go back into the kitchen, I grabbed his hand and pulled him down, giving him a short but passionate kiss to show him how thankful I was. Or, maybe it was just an excuse to kiss him because I was going to be using every opportunity I had to kiss him today.