"Happy birthday!" Alice cheers when she walks into the Andrews household. She's got a perfectly wrapped gift in one hand and FP's hand in her other.
"Happy birthday Freddy!" FP says just as excitedly.
"Thanks guys." He says, hugging them both.
"I can take that from you dear." Mrs. Andrews says, gesturing to he present tucked under Alice's arm. Alice gives it to her with a smile and they share a sly look that Fred catches on to.
"What's that look about? What are you two planning?" He asks, looking between all three of them, FP now joining in one the looks.
"Oh nothing honey."
"No you guys are planning something." The doorbell rings before Mrs. Andrews can say anything further and she runs off to answer the door.
"Saved by the bell." She jokes before scurrying our of sight.
A while later the Andrew's household is filled with Fred's cousins and Aunts and Uncles.
"What time is everyone coming over tonight?" Fred asks quietly to FP and Alice. They had told him that they invited Mary, Hermione and Hal over and they were all going to just sit around in their pyjamas and watch corny movies all night. But they had something way more exciting in mind.
"9:30." FP answers.
"Alright, perfect." Fred says, looking down at his watch. "We'll leave after cake?"
"Don't forget presents!" Alice says and Fred laughs.
"Of course, how could I ever leave our presents."
Mrs. Andrews made his birthday cake herself and it has a candle with the number 18 smack dab in the middle. It's chocolate cake with chocolate icing and a boatload of sprinkles, a personal favourite of all three teenagers.
"Happy birthday dear Fred! Happy birthday to you." Everyone in the House sings.
They all eat their cake and then it's time for presents. Fred finally figures out what the sly grin FP, Alice and his mom shared was for when he opens their gift.
There's guitar strings, a guitar strap and picks. He looks confused since he broke his guitar last month and they know that. But then his mom places a huge gift on the table in front of him and he catches on.
"This is from your father and I, and FP and Alice, they wanted in on it too!" Mrs. Andrews says proudly, smirking at the giddy teens.
Fred opens it up and sure enough it's a guitar case, inside is a brand new shiny red electric guitar. He damn near squeals at the sight. "No way! You guys are the best! Thank you!" He says, hopping up to hug his parents and then hugging Alice and FP.
"Guess this just confirms the fact that we're the best friends ever." Alice says.
"Guess so." He says, still admiring the guitar. "Hey FP now we can actually get some gigs now that I can play again!"
"Someone's got to actually want us to play."
"You guys are good, someones bound to want you to play." Alice says, smiling at the boys.
When he thinks he's opened all of his presents until his dad tosses him a set of keys. "What are these for?" He asks.
"The old mustang out back. You and I are going to fix it up and then it's all yours." Mr. Andrews says with a smile.
"Really?"
"Yep. Happy eighteenth son."
"Thanks dad!" Fred says excitedly.
"So Fred did you get everything you wanted?" Alice asks as she takes a bite of FP's cake, he's well into his third piece and she thinks he can spare at least one bite for her.
"Yeah I mean I didn't even care really about the presents but you guys went all out. Thank you!" He says to everyone with a smile.
"I know what I want for my birthday." FP whispers, sliding his hand up Alice's thigh until she bats his hand away and elbows him.
"Hey what was that for?" He asks with a smirk. He knows exactly what that was for.
"Keep it PG." She says.
"Please you two never keep it PG, you're more like an N-C17 on viagra." Fred quips.
"Okay both of you keep it down, the last thing I need is your mom hating me." Alice says.
"Alice I've told you a million times, that woman loves you as if you're her child, she's not going to hate you any time soon." Fred says as he pops another piece of cake down into his mouth. "Even if she found out that you aren't the perfect Virgin Mary and that you and FP go at it like rabbits."
"Watch it Andrews or I'll tell your mom all about you and Hermione's antics when she's not home."
"Touché Smith."
After everyone leaves the Andrew's household Alice helps Mrs. Andrews clean up and then they all head off to celebrate on their own.
"Hey FP you missed the turn to the trailer park." Fred says. Alice and FP smirk.
"We just need to pick up something at the Wyrm first, we won't be long."
When they arrive to the Whyte Wyrm FP reaches into the back seat and hands Fred a bottle of rum, it has a bow on it and Fred laughs. "We also got you this but we didn't think your mom would approve of us giving you it in front of her."
"I think that's a safe bet."
They all walk inside and it's nearly pitch black, save for the neon signs that adorn the walls. Then the lights switch on and everyone in the room yells "Surprise!"
"When did you two plan all of this?" Fred asks with a big grin on his face.
"Last week." Alice answers. "You like it?"
"Love it. Thanks guys."
Hermione comes running up to Fred and throws her arms around you. "Happy birthday!" She exclaims as she plants a big kiss on his lips. "I love you!"
"I love you too." Fred says, dropping another kiss to her lips.
"Okay this isn't a date you two, it's a party." Alice states. "Now let's get it started!" Everyone cheers and then the music comes on in the bar.
They spend the night dancing away and drinking until they're drunk. Just having the time of their lives, after all you're only eighteen once and Senior Year, no regrets!
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A/N
These last few chapters haven't been very good, I apologize. I do have some really exciting things planned for this but I don't want to throw them in so soon. Anyway, I hope you enjoy and thank you for almost 2k already, I wasn't expecting it, thank you so, so much!
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