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Chapter 30: July 29th.

Declan

    It's Ivory's birthday, July 29th. It's been about a week or two since my surgery and I just got the stitches taken out. It still hurts but I can walk around now. I have a really cool battle scar on my stomach which makes Ivory swoon. She didn't say it but I know that she thinks scars are sexy. Ivory has not left my side the entire recovery time like she promised. 

    My mom went all out for Ivory's birthday. A couple reasons why. My mom asked Ivory what she was going to do on her birthday and ivory said she didn't know that she probably just go out to dinner with me. I was fine with that in the first place but no, my mom wanted to have a big party. When Ivory said that she never had one of those my mom flipped out kept saying that it wasn't real birthday without a party. My mom wanted Ivory to have the experience of a birthday party with your family but Ivory doesn't have any family.

Ivory's mother's side doesn't want to talk to her. We tried multiple times to talk to them but they said to me they wanted nothing to do with that monster girl. They kept saying that she was a bad luck charm. I didn't say the nicest things back to them when they said that about her.
My mother kept saying over and over again that your 18th birthday needed to be special that you were finally considered an adult. My mom threw a really good birthday party for my 18th birthday. Ivory just gave her the chance to finally give a daughter figure a 18th birthday experience. 

Most of my families already here. I precept stairs getting ready and I am at the door letting people in. When my mother tells me that there's no more people coming I shut the door and hurry to my room to check on Ivory. 

When I open the door she is that's a little vanity that I put in my room for her. I put a lot of things in here for her. My dad put all of the bookshelves in my room. On a wall she has a whole thing of William Shakespeare quotes up and down the walls. My dad and some movers had gone to Ivory's old house and brought back all of the books she had in her room. Her full wardrobe, which wasn't a lot, is in half of the drawers in my room. It's not like she uses any of her shirts she always wears mine.

I like sharing a room with her she's as neat as I am. She likes being clean and organized even spent two days putting the books on the shelf and ABC order. She wouldn't even let me help her set that I'd mess up her rhythm by my attractiveness, which makes no sense. I didn't mind not helping her to give me a free shot to look at her and not her ask me what I'm looking at. Like I am now. 

She has her hair in two french braids tied with two rubber bands at the end. She has a adorable little sundress on. It's probably the girliest one she owns. It's a white and red with red roses. She loves roses. There was a lot of stuff I didn't know better when I thought I knew everything about her. 

When I get the door fully open she looks up at me and smiles without even realizing she is. Ever since we got back from the hospital and she's been doing therapy she has been so much more lighter as if a hundred pound weight has been lifted off her shoulders. She doesn't look as stressed all the time. She isn't constantly looking over her shoulder. 

I finally learned about that thing she puts on her eyelashes to make them look longer it's called mascara. And she has on some red lipstick that really goes good with her skin. I walked into the room for a second and I am star struck. 

"What is it too much?" She asked looking at yourself in the mirror, blushing a little.
"No, you look gorgeous as always," I say as she gets up and walks to me. She smiles easily again. She walks into my arms, wraps hers around my waist, pulling me to her. Her new perfume smells even better than her last one. This perfume is the one that I picked out randomly when we went shopping. I liked it so I asked her to try it.