Fell in love with a boy

Birthday preparations

It was a week before going back home. Jack's birthday was the day before we wanted to go back home. I didn't want it to be like that. I wanted to be home for his birthday and surprise him. I had to talk with my parents about it. I didn't want to miss my boyfriend's birthday.

"Mom, dad. I have a problem" I went to the living room, where all of my family members were at the moment. They watched us. 

"Yes, honey?"

"Jack's birthday is soon. I wanted to ask you if we could drive back home sooner so I am there for his birthday and can make him a present."

"When is his birthday?" My dad asked and looked at me as he was talking to his mother.

"In 4 days."

"And you want to go back home?"

"Yes. I don't want to miss the birthday of my first and only boyfriend. Please, I beg you" I knelt down with my hands together in front of my face.

My mother looked at my father for a second and then back at me. It was silent in the room. Everybody was listening to our conversation. Luckily none of them understood what I was saying.

"Please. I beg you from the bottom of my heart." I looked at them with puppy eyes.

"Fine, but we will go back on July 6th." My father said. I jumped up at his response.

"Yes!! Thank you so much" I hugged him and gave him a kiss on his cheek.

"What do you want to give him as a present? Should we go to the mall and get him something?" My mom asked me.

"No, I want to paint a picture for him."

"Only a painting? Is that enough? I don't think it is" My mother said skeptically. 

"It actually is enough. He loves my paintings and he always wanted me to paint him one day"

"Are you sure?"

"100% sure. Don't worry. He will love my present"

"Okay, but you have to paint him the most beautiful painting ever. Pick a good picture"

"I will" I went back to my room and closed the door behind me gently. I started screaming and jumping of happiness. My cousin didn't understand what was happening and looked at me confused. She asked me what happened and I told her it was nothing. It was definetly something. I was going to see my baby after a long and painful week. Even if I texted and called him every day, I was missing him terribly. I couldn't stay away from him any longer. I had to go back home or I would loose my mind.

I had to think of a plan how I do everything from preparing the painting to surprising him. My father said we go on July 6th. The trip was 18h, so that meant we had to get up at 3 am again and we would be back home at night if the traffic wouldn't be too bad. Then I would start painting Jack's portrait the day after, on July 7th. To paint a portrait I needed two days or sometimes even less, when I was on a rush. I had to paint the portrait as fast as possible. I couldn't affort to loose any time. Also I had to keep quiet so Jack didn't know anything about my plan. I knew what I was going to do and it was a lot.

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It was the day of driving back home. I was ready to roll and extremely happy even if it was like 3 am in the morning. No words could describe how excited I was to go back home. I put my suitcase into the trunk and threw my backpack and pillow onto my seats. I hugged everyone one by one the last time and sat inside the car and closed the door. My parents were next to sit down inside the car. My dad started the car and slowly started driving. He honked a last time as we were driving away. I waved at them from my backseat and sat back down when I stopped seeing them. I made myself comfortable by tucking myself into a blanket and listening music though headphone. I had a long long ride before me. A long exhausting ride.

After some hours I fell asleep and slept for a certain time. I did that over and over and over for the whole ride. Every time when I woke up we were in a different country or at a gas station. All of a sudden I felt the car moving slower and slower. I opened my eyes, looked out of the window and saw my home. I thought I was dreaming so I rubbed my eyes and looked again. I wasn't. I was home. I finally was at home. I looked at my phone. It was 10 pm at night. I took another look at my phone and saw Jack's text messages and missed calls. I was sleeping the whole time that I forgot to check my phone for calls and messages. I felt bad. He must had been worried sick.

My mom called me to get up annd help her with the suitcases. I quickly stuffed all my things into my backpack and got out of the car. She laughed when she saw me.

"Did you sleep good?" I nodded as a response.

I took my suitcase out of the trunk and put it down onto the floor. I took my backpack from my backseat and started walking to our flat. I walked up the stairs and noticed the door was open. I took a closer look and saw the suitcase of my parents laying on the floor. For a second I thought someone broke into our home. I was too tired to think. I went in, opened the door to my room, threw my backpack and suitcase on the floor and laid down on my bed. I immediately fell asleep as soon as my head touched the pillow.

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I woke up with the sun shining on my face through the curtains. I took a look at my phone. It was 10 am in the morning. I had a heck ton of messages from Jack. I forgot to answer them the night before. I called him and got up. I had to start working on my present, because I hadn't much time left. I quietly opened the door of my room and noticed it was quiet at home. Usually my parents were up before me but now it was the other way around. I walked to the bathroom and did my morning routine. After I was done I went back to my room sat down at my desk, pulled out some paint, brushes and a canvas out of my dresser and started painting. I already picked a picture I wanted to paint.

A couple of hours later I saw my mom stepping into my room.

"Are you already working?"

"Of course. I don't have that much time left" I said as I was painting Jack's face.

"I thought you were sleeping. Anyways, I made breakfast. Eat something"

"Okay. Let me finish this quick and I'll be there"

"Sure."

After some brush strokes I put down my palette and put my brush into a plastic cup filled with water so my brush doesn't dry out. I went to kitchen, had some breakfast and went back to my room to continue painting. My parents sometimes visited me but I spent all day on painting this piece. I was determined to finish it. Jack texted me here and there but I was immersed in painting. Eventually it was late at night. Another day had ended. I had one day left to finish everything, but I was good in time. I was done with Jack's face and neck. I only had to do his black hair, his shirt and the background. I thought of painting through the whole night, but I was too tired and needed energy. I went to bed and fell asleep immediately.