The Beautiful & Damned

11 - Birthday

birthday - /ˈbəːθdeɪ/
the anniversary of the day on which a person was born, typically treated as an occasion for celebration and the giving of gifts

Gerald was lying on my bed, browsing something on his cell while I was trying to pick out the best outfit for Marty's birthday party; pointing out trying.
I love how he was being patient, guys usually freak out because girls need so much more time to get ready, well, at least the ones that I know.
From time to time he glanced at me and grinned, eyeing me from top to bottom.

"What about this?" I said and pressed the outfit against my body, giving him a better idea what it would look like on me. It was this dress, black and sparkly.

"Hmm." He pretended to think, then smiled. "I think you'd look great in anything you put on, but it's up to you. Whatever you like."

"Ughhh, I hate being a girl! Why can't I just go out in a shirt and jeans?" I ranted.

"You can." He replied.

"Yeah but then I wouldn't be as pretty and fashionable as other girls." I stuck my tongue out.

"Not true at all. Just wear whatever you want, trust me. You ain't like those hoes anyway." He jumped off the bed and took a quick look into my closet. I was standing and waiting to see what he'll come up with. I love when he does things like this; like creating music. Whenever he has an idea he grabs his phone and explains the whole concept, what he means and how he thinks it should be, then records this random stuff. It's weird, but still cute.

"Try this on." He said, handing me a pair of worn out slightly baggy ripped jeans and a loose white t-shirt.
I just smiled and put it on, it was pretty simple but I liked it a lot; Not something I'd usually wear to a club though.

"Okay project runway, a classic look; I'm digging it." I checked myself in the mirror, tucking the shirt in the jeans on one side.

"You can put that cute leather jacket over it and guess what; no heels if you don't want to. There." He said and put his arm over my shoulders.

"No heels, I want to dance with you." I said and grabbed my new nikes from the closet. "These are perfect."
He smiled and pressed a kiss on my forehead.

"You got it." He pouted and I kissed him. "Now come on, people are waiting." He joked.

I put my hair in a bun and slipped on the nikes. Grabbing my jacket and phone I walked out.

Gerald bought Marty a nice Rolex watch for which I chipped in as well. He argued with me but in the end he did take my money; improvement! He got their initials engraved in it, I almost died when Gerald showed it to me, it was so cute; a true bromance. I agreed it's a nice gift for your best friend's 30th birthday.
When we arrived at the club it was pretty crowded; balloons and sparkly birthday themed things everywhere, golden ribbons and a lot of threes and ohs. We walked up the stairs to the vip area where our table was.

"Hey! Y'all are here!" Marty put his arms around me and Gerald, pulling us in a group hug. "My favorite couple." He joked. Classic Marty.

"Happy birthday man! I love you." Gerald straight on congratulated him and hugged him again.

"Awh, thanks man, me too, me too." Marty replied; they had a little moment there.