Butterfly

51. Slowly Falling.

Chapter Fifty-One: Slowly Falling.

♡ Jessica Washington ♡

The next month is spent revising for exams, as they seem to be getting closer and closer. It's amazing how time flies when you don't want it to. And now, it's my birthday. I am officially eighteen years old. Christ, I'm getting old, even though I'm younger than all my friends. 

I wake up in the morning to silence. I have a shower and get dressed, before doing a little bit of revision. River, Tyler, Marcus, Tom, Bella, Ava, Harriet and Olivia are all coming over later, as are Blake and Morgan. My dad spent the night with Elena, but he should be home soon.

I finish doing the revision I put aside for today, before going downstairs to make a cheese toasted sandwich for breakfast. As I'm doing this, my dad arrives home, and I hear him begin to sing the most annoying tune in the world that is Happy Birthday.

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to Jessica, happy birthday to you," my dad sings, and I roll my eyes, groaning. I hate birthdays. They lose the excitement once you're around ten. 

"Thanks, dad," I reply, through gritted teeth. My dad laughs, opening the cupboard and taking out a small wrapped up box. My dad hands it to me, and I smile, hugging him.

"Thank you," I say gratefully, and my dad frowns, rolling his eyes.

"You don't know what it is yet," my dad comments, and I smile, carefully unwrapping the present to reveal a small jewellery box.

"Your mum had one with eighteen on when she was your age, so I got you one the same," my dad explains the small silver charm with a little '18' on. 

"Thank you, dad," I smile, taking off my charm bracelet to add it onto it. 

"Oh, and this is from Elena," my dad continues, handing me another wrapped present. I wasn't expecting anything from her, and I'm sure that surprise is evident on my face, since my dad feels the need to explain. "She said that she wanted to."

"Well tell her that I said thanks," I tell my dad, opening the present to see several bars of chocolate and a new pair of earphones that I needed because I broke mine for the millionth time. 

"Will do," my dad replies, before saving my burning toasted sandwich. He rescues my meal and I quickly eat it, before Blake and Morgan arrive. Blake immediately hugs me when he sees me, handing me a small gift bag from both him and Morgan. 

"Thank you," I smile, hugging Morgan as well. 

"So, I want to know what River got you," Morgan grins, sitting down next to me on the sofa.

"Nothing yet, I'm not seeing him until this afternoon when everyone else gets here," I reply, and Morgan nods.

"Good, I'll get to see you open it," Morgan smiles excitedly, and I roll my eyes. 

"He has probably forgotten, I think I've only told him like once or twice when my birthday was. I just said that I was inviting some people round today for no occasion whatsoever," I shrug, and Morgan shakes her head.

"Who doesn't enjoy birthdays, anyway?" Morgan questions, amazed at my dislike of birthdays.

"I'll get back to you on that when you're ninety years old and on your death bed when you spend it alone and dying because you're celebrating getting old," I reply, and Morgan giggles, shaking her head in amusement.