(inspired by the trailer)
Your POV
I woke up and wiped the sleep out of my eye.
"Happy Birthday, Yn!" Shawn exclaimed, a cupcake in his hands with a candle lit.
"I completely forgot!" I smiled as I got up and put some decent birthday clothes on.
I blew out the candle, a smile plastered on my face.
"So what do you wanna do on this special day?" Shawn asked.
"Hmm, I don't know. Do you have an idea?" I replied.
"Netflix and Chill?" He smirked.
"Oh God no!" I exclaimed, smacking his arm.
"Worth a shot." He shrugged.
"Maybe later. Like after the party you're throwing for me tonight." I smirked.
"How did you know that?" Shawn asked.
I gave him a look, "You talk in your sleep."
"Can you at least act surprised?" Shawn asked.
I rolled my eyes playfully, "Fine. You owe me though."
"Fine by me." Shawn smirks as he places his hands on my waist, pulling me closer, and kissing me.
His weight was almost on me to the point of falling down. I pulled away and pushed on his chest.
"Later." I whispered.
"Fine..." He groaned.
~Time Skip brought to you by Gibbler Style Party Planning~
I walked in to a balloons, streamers, and confetti covered room. A banner saying, "Happy 21st Birthday Yn!"
"Awww! Thank you guys so much!" I thanked.
A table over at the corner was filled with birthday presents. When I say filled, I mean filled.
Music was blasting through the speakers so I went out on the dance floor. I suddenly felt a strange presence in the room. You know how sometimes you get a weird feeling in your stomach when you feel like someone is watching you? Well that's what I'm feeling right now.
I stopped dancing and ran to the window in front of me. I sat down on a chair and relaxed. I looked up to see someone, with a baby mask on, a black hoodie, black jeans, and a knife in his hand. The knife came down through my heart as I screamed bloody murder. (Wink wink winkedy wink wink)
I woke up with a start, sweat lightly covered my forehead.
"Happy Birthday, Yn!" Shawn said, a cupcake with a lit candle in his hands.
"Heyyy..." I trailed off.
"Are you okay? Did you have a nightmare?" Shawn asked, sitting down on the bed.
"I'm fine now. How old am I again?" I asked, really confused.
"21. Why?" Shawn replied.
"Just forgot." I shrugged.
"Well get dressed. We have important plans for today." Shawn winked.
I rolled my eyes playfully as he left the room. I got up and looked inside one of Shawn's drawers. (We wish right.)
There was a baby mask, a black hoodie, black jeans, and a knife when I looked inside...
(Part 2 anyone?)
