thomas: shutting off your alarm, you groaned. why did your birthday have to be on a monday? sighing inwardly, and attempting to give yourself a little motivation, you got out of bed and began to get ready for school.
"happy birthday, (y/n)!" said your five year old brother, coming and hugging around your waist when you came into the kitchen.
"thanks, little man," you replied, ruffling his hair. "what are you doing up so early?"
"i wanted to make you breakfast," he said with a grin. his thoughtfulness made you smile, and you saw your mom holding a plate of chocolate chip pancakes.
"happy birthday, sweetie," she said, pecking you on the cheek.
"thanks mom," you replied, sitting at the table and starting to eat. your brother joined you at the table, and soon enough you lost track of time.
"crap, i have to go!" you exclaimed, grabbing your backpack and running out the door. "bye!"
your mom and your brother called out their farewells after you as you sprinted out the front door to your car. you pulled up to the school with minutes to spare, and sprinted inside the classroom just as the bell rang.
the first thing you noticed was the elaborate arrangement of balloons and bouquet of flowers on a desk. the second thing you realized was that it was your desk.
"what is this?" you asked, sitting next to your best friend.
"why don't you find out," she grinned, nodding at the little card attached to the flowers. you pulled it off, opening it, and grinning upon reading what it said.
dear (y/n),
happy birthday, beautiful. i'm sorry that i can't actually be there, but i hope this was special enough for you. i love you, and can't wait to get home from tour to see you.
thomas
connor: yawning, you tried not to fall asleep at your desk. it was your birthday, but it was still way too early to function. the bell rang, signaling the end of your first hour, and you got up, gathering your supplies, and started towards second period chemistry.
"hey, (y/n)!"
you turned at the sound of your name, seeing your boyfriend, connor, running from the school parking lot to catch up with you.
"connor, what are you doing here?" you asked.
"i wanted to wish a happy birthday to my girl," he said, coming over and giving you a hug and a kiss on the forehead. "plus, i thought you could use this," he said, handing you your favorite starbucks drink.
"you are a saint," you replied, taking a sip and pecking him on the lips.
"can i pick you up after school?" he asked. "i'm taking you for a special birthday lunch."
you grinned. "yeah, i'd like that."
"i'll see you at 1:30?"
"absolutely." he gave you a smile, and one last kiss, before leaving you to go to class. you smiled, taking another sip of your drink, and headed off to class.
braiden: how was your birthday? you stared at the text you had just gotten from your boyfriend, braiden, who was currently on tour, just as you turned off your car. you tried to think of the best way to answer. your birthday had been horrible! you'd flunked a physics test, gotten yelled at by your boss at work, and still had tons of homework to finish.
not the best, was the response that you finally settled on.
i'm sorry! :( is there anything i can do to make it better?
i don't think so.
you sure? turn around.
you turned around at your front porch, seeing that he was standing right next to your car. upon seeing him, a smile spread across your face, and you ran at him, full speed.
"what are you doing here?" you asked, snuggling into his shoulder.
"i came to surprise you," he replied, kissing your head.
"you're the best," you replied, kissing him, not being able to wipe the grin off your face. "i love you."
"i love you too. is your birthday any better now?" he asked.
"yes, very much so."
riley: "riley, you do not need to give me anything else," you said, as your best friend led you...somewhere. you were blindfolded and had no idea what was going on.
"this is it, i promise," he said, stopping abruptly. "okay, you can take it off."
"this better be good, you tripped me three times," you chuckled, untying the bandana around your eyes.
"i said i was sorry," riley mumbled.
you laughed, letting the cloth fall away from your eyes. you were confused when you looked around and just saw...
"we're in a park," you said, looking around. "but, how is this a surprise?"
"yes, the park where we first met, remember?" he asked. you smiled, recalling the fond memory of how you became friends.
"yep, you wouldn't get off the swings," you chuckled.
"now, it's your turn," he said, leading you to the swings. you sat down, and he began to push you, higher and higher on the swing set.
"why are you stopping?" you asked, as he stopped the moving swing. he pulled you up off the swing, and pressed his lips ever so softly to yours. when he pulled away a minute later, you were in shock.
"that was definitely a surprise," you said.
"a good one?" he asked, looking nervous.
"a very good one," you replied, pulling his face to yours again.
toby: "toby!" you called, knocking on the front door of your boyfriend's house. "toby?" funny, he had told you to be here at this time, yet, there was no one answering the door.
"no, don't let her in!" you heard from the other side.
"toby, you can't just leave her standing outside!"
"connor!"
the front door swung open, revealing your boyfriend and his older brother. "please, (y/n), come in," connor said.
"thank you," you replied. "hi toby."
"hi, (y/n)," he said, waving awkwardly.
"is everything okay?"
"uh," he stammered, looking at connor. "not exactly. i was trying to make you a special birthday dinner, and it...didn't turn out as planned."
"what do you mean by 'didn't go as planned'?"
"well..."
"hey, tobster, i got the fire out!" riley said triumphantly, coming into the room. "oh...hey...(y/n). you weren't supposed to hear that..."
"you started a fire? are you okay?" you exclaimed, looking for any visible burns or scarring.
"i'm fine," he said. "i'm so sorry, (y/n). all i wanted was to do something special for your birthday."
you leaned forward and kissed him. "it's the thought that counts, right?"
"i guess."
"come on, i'll help you clean up the kitchen," you said, lacing your fingers through his. "and we'll see if there's any hope at saving dinner."
you walked to the mcdonough's kitchen, seeing a loaf of charred bread, a lump of spaghetti, stuck together, and chicken that had seen much better days.
"should i order a pizza?" he asked, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.
"yeah, that's a good idea."
