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corbyn had been looking forward to today for a long time. one year to be exact. he had spoken with jonah a week ago and both boys had talked about how excited they were.
the date was november 25 and it was corbyn besson's 21st birthday. he had been not so patiently waiting for this day for a while.
he could drink, he could drive and he was a legal adult. finally corbyn could do it all.
jonah had promised that he would fly out and spend the day with him. corbyn had been patiently waiting to get the text from jonah to say that he had landed or something but nothing came.
by now the blonde was used to this. jonah had let him down hundreds of times before. why today though? it was supposed to be special.
corbyn spent the day at home alone waiting for jonah to call or text saying that he couldn't make it. he had been waiting to see his friend for so long and now all of the joy had disappeared.
slowly he had become used to this, jonah turning on him or letting him down. today was no expectation but it felt worse than the other ones.
it was his birthday and more specifically the birthday corbyn had been waiting for his whole life. at this point in the day it no longer felt special anymore.
he hadn't had a sip of wine or beer of any other kind of alcohol. he had sat at home and answered a phone call from his dentist.
finally he phone beeped and he pulled it out to see the message. jack read the name across the top.
jack was his mechanic but slowly the boys had become friends. maybe he remembered corbyn's birthday.
jack
hey man, it's your birthday! i'm
not in town rn but when i get back
do you wanna celebrate? i hope it's
awesome!
corbyn
yeah that sounds great lmk :)
at least someone still cared.
that night corbyn sat at home in the dark kitchen. in front of him was a single smushed cupcake with the writing happy birthday corbin. they hadn't even spelled his name tight.
corbyn placed at candle right on top of the i in birthday. he reached across the table and grabbed the lighter. fire struck the candle and cast a eerie glow across the room.
he set it back down and began to sing.
"happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me, happy birthday dear corbyn, happy birthday to me."
he couldn't do it. he began to cry. all of these moments with jonah he had been holding back his tears trying to deny how truly crushed inside he was.
today he couldn't do it anymore. the tears flowed and flowed. corbyn sat there for what felt like hour before the candle finally burned out.
he picked up the cupcake and threw it in the trash can, disgusted by the whole idea. there was no denying that this had been his worst birthday yet.
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the next day
corbyn awoke with puffy eyes and a broken heart. he lay in bed not wanting to move. nobody would care.
his phone beeped and he rolled over and grabbed it.
jonah 💔
hey man, how's your day going?
corbyn blessin
good
wbu
jonah 💔
it's awesome. i haven't done much
yet but we haven't talked it forever
so i figured i should text
corbyn blessin
yeah.
jonah 💔
anyways did you have a good week?
corbyn blessin
i guess, i didn't do much.
jonah 💔
aw that's ok though
corbyn blessin
yeah i guess
jonah 💔
k i have to go i have a date with
tate but talk soon?
corbyn blessin
sure.
corbyn had changed jonah's name in his contacts after everything. he had lost his best friend. that wasn't what stung most about the conversation though, jonah hadn't mentioned his birthday.
he had forgotten corbyn's birthday.
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