The End Of All Things // B.U

The Time I Went To Harley's Birthday Party

So it's Harley's birthday, and I was sat at home crying to sad songs in my widow seat. It was raining, which is rare in LA but common in England. I was sick in every possible way. Mentally, physically and metaphorically. Then I got a call. I picked up my phone and answered it not bothering to read who it was. "Hello?" I asked forgetting to hide the fact I was crying.

"Hey." Harley's voice ran out from the other side of the call.

"Harley?"

"I'm sorry I didn't call earlier I was just blinded by anger. I was so mad at you for manipulating Zoey into telling the truths and I guess I was mad at myself."

"It's- um... it's fine."

"Are you okay? You sound like you've been crying."

"Yeah I'm not feeling well."

"Are you not feeling well or is it happening again?"

"Both."

"Do you want me to come over?"

"If you want. Happy birthday by the way."

"Thanks. I saw your post. I'm still your best friend?"

"Yeah. That's never gonna change no matter how much we argue."

"Thanks. I'll be over in a minute." He hung up and stared out my window.

A few minutes later I saw Harley outside and then the doorbell rang. I went downstairs to open it and was instantly pulled into a hug.

"H, you're soaked!" I exclaimed laughing and trying to push him away.

"Can't I hug my best friend?" He asked hugging me tighter.

"Not when you're soaking wet."

"You know what else is-"

"Shut up you perv."

"Harley? It's good to see you!" Brendon exclaimed walking in.

"You too Brendon." He replied.

"Let's go upstairs." I suggested dragging him upstairs.

"Hey what's happening between you and Kayla?"

"I honestly don't know. We had an argument. I haven't spoken to her since that. We-We're not together anymore."

"Oh no."

"Yeah."

"Hey. I'm having a birthday party on Sunday. Could you sing a song at it?"

"Sure. I wrote a new one that I wanna sing."

"Sing whatever you want."

"Thanks."

Sunday
I was getting ready for Harley's birthday party when there was a knock at my door. "Hey princess. Are you ready for the party?" Brendon asked sitting on my bed next to me. I was putting on mascara so I was pulling a stupid face.

"Yeah. Just gotta put lipstick on." I replied grabbing it. I put it on and I saw Brendon smile at me from the corner of the mirror. "What?"

"You're so grown up. It feels like your third birthday was last week and I adopted you yesterday. Are you going to go to college?"

"Yeah. I wanna study science, art and music."

"Which college?"

"Maybe UCLA? But I don't mind leaving LA."

"Yeah. Sounds good. Wanna move school?"

"Yeah. I don't think public works too well."

"I'll have a look."