"i thought you were a guy, that's why we even answered your craigslist offer!"
"well i look like a little boy so i think that's good enough, am i right?"
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"happy birthday bitch!" i sing out with the door opening to the face of my best friend, her eyes staying glued to me and between the cake i hold in my hands. my smile evident at she shakes her head faintly when gazing at me. "please tell me you're feeling twenty two, because i'm about to blast the song for the next twenty four hours!" i shout when i push my way into her apartment where a new model sits on the couch with her eyes tranced to the television.
"joey what are you doing here?" she gets out with a laugh as i scoff now, my stare back on her as i grin her way.
"what do you mean, what am i doing here? i have clueless on vhs and cake and robes to wear the rest of the day. c'mon it's the same thing we've been doing since sixth grade." i explain now as she nods seeming to want to speak on that when she sighs before parting her lips.
"lana not going to be inside. she go out and party with models." the very thin, russian model informs with her broken english. my eyebrows furrowed when i now glance her way then to lana who has a small simper of sympathy.
"what i was going to say, nadia," she begins when sending a glare to the woman before continuing. "was that i was thinking about doing something different this year, you know? there's this last minute party i got invited to and i would like if you could come please. i haven't parted ways with you on my birthday ever." she tells me as i stare with a raised eyebrow now before she sighs deeply when rolling her eyes.
"except that one time in seventh grade at my sleepover." she states as i nod now as i scoff.
"yeah that's because you hit me in my boob."
"can't believe you're still claiming that." lana adds as i gasp now when placing the cake down at the coffee table. my arms then crossing as i still stare at the pretty girl in front of me. her straight hair falling down her back as her pink lips had been formed into a grin.
"because it's true, lana." i inform as she snorts to herself from my words. her reactions still not seeming to believe me.
"i mean why did it even matter? we all knew you use to stuff your bras." she concludes as i frown now when placing my hands at my side with balled fists.
"it was the seventh grade, everyone was."
"guess you're right with that." she admits as i chuckle faintly now before i am deciding on changing this subject instead as i go back to the cake beside me.
"but lana, of course i'll go." i say with a smile as i then bring the white cake near her, one that i had baked the night before to be ready for this day. "but first, cake." i tell as she shakes her head now, a tiny pout along with this.
"i can't." she informs as i stare with confusion from her words. "i have a shoot tomorrow and i've been so good this week, i've lost four pounds already." she explains as i sigh deeply now.
