Euphoria // Grunge One-Shots

Cosy - Eddie Vedder

"You'll stay too, right?" Diane asks me through the phone.

Today is her birthday and to celebrate it she's gonna throw a party for her friends and some family members.

"Of course, Di. I'll be there 'round 7 to help you prepare the last things. Anyways, who else are gonna stay the night?"

She tells me a couple of others from college and her cousin, 'cause he needs to be in town tomorrow anyways. I've never met him though, she just told me why he was staying as well.

I leave my house and go to a very cute store just outside of town. I always go there to buy presents for friends and family.

"Who is the lucky one this time, (Y/N)?" Bernie asks as I enter. We've sort of become friends. Bernie is just the sweetest man alive. He's old, but he's never grumpy. He's a typical British old man who owns the cutest store of all.

I laugh, "My best friend, Diane. She's been here a couple of times with me before."

"Ah yes, I know who she is. Well, make sure to buy the perfect thing for her and wish her a happy birthday from me." he says and smiles. I tell Bernie I will and go further into the shop.

There are so many things to buy that are perfect for Diane, but there's one thing that stands out: a record. Diane's love for music is beyond this universe, especially her love for Johnny Cash.

I'm currently holding a record, in which a silhouette of Johnny Cash holding his guitar case is carved (or something like that). It's not a record you can play for the music, it's just something to hang up on a wall.

"I've never seen a better present for Diane in my life, thank you Bernie." I say while placing the record on the counter to pay.

He smiles warmly at me. Bernie always makes me so happy and he's not even trying to do it. It's just that he's always so happy and it just makes me happy to see how happy he is.

"Let me know what Diane thinks of it whenever you're around. Have a great day, (Y/N)." he says in his amazing British accent.

"I will, Bernie. Thanks again." I smile at him and leave his shop.

When I'm home I wrap the record in a nice paper and afterwards I dive into my wardrobe to look for clothes. It's already 5:45pm, so I figure that by the time I'll be ready I have to leave and go to Diane's place.

Diane's parties are never very formal, it's just a party with friends we've known for a long time and usually most of them take one or two friends with them, there'll also be a couple of family members every now and then. In the end the house will be pretty packed.

I'm not too much in the mood to get all dressed up, so I decide to just wear some black skinny jeans, an old 'Split Enz' shirt my brother once gave me as a present from New Zealand and my old dr Martens.

Diane always tells me I should throw them away, but I'm just too attached to them. They're my favourite belongings, I won't just throw them away 'cause they don't look brand new anymore. Why would I?

As I had figured, it is indeed time to go by the time I'm completely ready.

I grab my keys and put my phone in the back pocket of my jeans and get into my car.

"IT'S OPEN!" Diane screams from inside after I knocked on her door. I chuckle to myself and make my way inside.

"Happy birthday, girlie." I say and give Diane a hug after putting down my stuff and taking off my jacket.

She playfully slaps me, "You know I hate to be called 'girlie', but I'll let it slip 'cause it's you. And thanks."

The time flies and just as we put the last bowl with crisps on the table the doorbell rings and from now on people start entering the house.