This Greaser Is Gold

Emma's Birthday

Today's the day!

It's my birthday!

I woke up bright and early very excited about today wondering if the gang would remember.

I was the one who cooked breakfast this morning.

It was the least I could do to thank them for letting me stay over.

I cooked everything you can think of including: pancakes, bagels, toast, bacon, eggs, cereal, waffles, and more!

I was definitely excited for today!

I can remember telling Ross, Asher, and Drake but they might have forgot.

I waited for a couple minutes but one by one the gang woke up.

Darry was surprised and told me that I shouldn't have gone through all the trouble.

But of course I told him it was no big deal.

No sign yet of anyone remembering it's my birthday.

Plus everyone was working today and Pony and Two-bit have school.

It was pretty clear that they didn't know this day I was turning 16.

One of the biggest days of my life...

But am I hurt?

No

Like why should I be hurt?

Just because my friends don't remember my birthday it doesn't hurt.

Johnny would have remembered...

Soda kissed my cheek and said to me, "Breakfast was amazing, Em.
Thank you."

I forced a smile on my face and said, "Your welcome" while shoving eggs in my mouth.

My head started to hurt and my nose was stopped up but I am sick so...

I grabbed one of the pills from my purse the nurse prescribed me and popped one in my mouth.

I downed it with some water, and it made me really tired.

Of course since I cooked breakfast, I was the one to clean the dishes and save the leftovers for later.

Pony and Two-bit left for school and Darry, Soda, and Steve left for work.

The only one in the house with me at the time was Dally.

He looked at me and said, "Em, what do you want to do today?"

I shrugged and asked, "Card game?"

He grabbed out the stack of cards behind one of the couch cushions.

He let me shuffle and even hand them out as we played a game of poker.

Ross, Asher, and Drake never even showed up which made me sad.

But at least Dally was making an effort to try and talk to me and do what I wanted.

He said while I was just about to beat him, "Hey, Emma."

It was weird because he usually just calls me Em for short.

After all he's the one that came up with my little nickname.