Feel My Voice (Avi Kaplan Fanfiction)

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CHAPTER 5

The morning light peeked through my curtains, disturbing me from my sleep. I opened my eyes, waiting for my brain to figure which dimension we were in.

My room, intoxicated with balloons— On my bedside table, a birthday card.

Like if a gift shop had thrown up here.

Belle was the only one who could've come up with this. Nor my mom or dad could plan it, she was the only suspect. I appreciated it.
I scanned my room. My favorite boots, along with the rest of my last night clothes, were still were I had left them; all over the floor.
Yesterday, after seen Avi's car leaving, I took off my clothes and threw them away so I could put on my pajamas and get inside my bed. We had arrived home late, so I got to my room and fell asleep. I'm sure he did, too.
Avi. The memory of him crossed my head. Avriel…
He had been an angel last night— a bearded one, to be fair. His enormous tolerance to my outbursts had given him a special place in my heart. Not saying he didn't have one already, but this had been completely different. Actually meeting him, chatting with him, joking and laughing with him, had plunged me into reality. Though I had had a celebrity crush on him during the past three years, this experience had left me heart-crushed for real. A real crush, still impossible, but real.
Realizing the latter made me feel depressed and happy at the same time. Hey, you don't get to meet your favorite bass singer everyday!
My back started to contort upwards, stretching. My brain asked my body for mercy. If I went down then probably I would face with the awkward happy-birthday-in-asl song and the awkward I-made-you-carrot-pancakes-for-breakfast thing. I loved when it happened, but I was still breathing yesterday's air, still thinking of what if...

My neck snapped and I was now sitting on my bed, stretching my feet by making circles with my ankles. I stood up and looked everywhere. All around me, this big helium balloons floated with lovely movements, the air entering through my windows made them bounce jumping to the ceiling.
Something bright caught my eyes as I looked around. A small box the size of the quarter of a notebook page, covered in silver confetti stood still over my dressing table. Wrapped in silver, with what looked as a textile texture.
I walked towards the box, and getting rid of the confetti over it, I opened it. 
A pearl bracelet rested over a mini satin pillow.
I flipped it up and it dangled before me.
My birthstone.

My footsteps fast on the stairs as I came down, "Mom! Mom!"
My feet glided towards the kitchen door to find my mother making me pancakes and my father having his cup of coffee. 

"Mother, Dad! Hi guys!" I was now fully awake and actually happy about my birthday.

My mother, over the stove, waved over to me. They both stared at each other and began to sing happy-birthday in the style of ASL. It was fun because during my childhood I wouldn't know what to do while people were singing. Now I would just dance or do something like twirling ridiculously.
I chanted the notes inside my head.
I stopped my dancing when they stopped gesturing. 

"This year's version was pretty hype, guys; perfect for this summer musical trends." 

They both laughed and my mother went up to me for a hug. I felt her warm arms around me, and my heart was full again.
Then I hugged my father, who kissed my cheek rubbing his mustache and beard making me itchy.

"Hey, I've already shaved, I ain't need those blades." I said, swinging my finger in protest. 
We sat to the table when my mother's carrot pancakes were ready.

The kitchen table looked so pretty, adorned with nothing but our plates, glasses and a little bottle of maple syrup. 
After we ate, I got upstairs to work.
I had the luck to get an online job at a page where I would just do the check-ups and some simple calculations. So it was nice to somehow put my BS degree to use.
Later, my mother entered my room.