Class went on as usual and boring after class I gather my things and feel tapping on my shoulder I turn around to see Cameron,
"Hey, I was wondering if you wanted to umm come and get lunch with me?" He asks and I was hungry since the class did take 3 hours and it IS now noon,
"I would love to." I say flirting,
"There's this great diner down the street." He says,
"Sounds fun lets go." I say as we walk out of the building and make our way to the diner, we walk in and sit in a booth next to the window in the back, my palms are sweaty, I'm nervous because I was never the popular girl and I've never been out with anyone not even with friends, which I only had one and we drifted away so by high school I was that weird kid listening to music alone in the corner,
"So... what is your favorite color, mine is blue." He says awkwardly trying to make conversation,
"Black, What is you ride?" I ask and he looks kinda confused,
"What car do you drive? I drive a Harley-Davidson." I say and his mouth falls open,
"Wow you must be rich." He says jokingly and we both let out a small laugh,
"So when's your birthday? Mine's September 8th."
"Umm it umm October 10th." I say awkwardly,
"That's today! Happy birthday!" He yells then gets up and goes to the front and talks to a waiter after a while he comes back and all the waiters burst out of the kitchen, one is in the middle holding a cake,
"Happy birthday to you!" They sing and I cover my mouth completely shocked, I've only ever seen this in movies,
"Happy birthday, Rose!" Yells Cameron and I look at him confused not knowing what to do, I think back the the tv birthdays and they always blow out the candles so that's what I do and everyone cheers them heads back to work leaving Cameron and I alone,
"So what do you think?" He asks and a huge smile appears on my lips as happy tears fill my eyes,
"Thank you, so much!" I sob and he moves over to my side and hugs me, he chuckles,
"You're welcome but why are you crying it's not like this is your first and last birthday cake." He says and the irony is so deep it kinda hurts, and I begin to cry out of sadness and I sob into Cameron's chest,
"T-this is my f-first birthday party." I sob,
"How is that possible?" He asks and I explain everything,
"That's messed up and I promise it won't be the last, as long as I am in your life you will always be loved and cared for and I will never ever forget your birthday. I promise." He says and I snuggle deeper into his chest.
