Can I Be Your Girl

24

You know what's scarier than knowing your mom is throwing you an outrageous birthday party in less than a few days?

It is NOT knowing what that party is going to be like.

My party was on Sunday, and on the next day class starts which only means that I will only get less than 24 hours to prepare myself for the next day's school buzz which I have no doubt will be about me and my "party".

"What do you mean it's a surprise? How will people know what to wear and where to go? You have the most alien birthday party ideas mom," I exclaimed in frustration when she refused to include me in the preparation. I guess she decided not to tell me while I was flying back.

"I thought you wanted my help," I added.

"Now, be a good boy and just trust me," she cajoled, almost laughing at my frown.

"How will people—"

Mother dearest gave me a light push and a reprimanding eye before telling me not to worry because she put all the details in the invitations. I tried to argue that I should not be left oblivious of my own party because obviously it's MY party, but the cold shoulder I received didn't agree. I gaped.

"So I'm the clueless one here? Of all the things in this world, I'm not allowed to know details of my own party? Great!" I threw my hands in the air.

That conversation happened yesterday, and now it's midnight and I still haven't figured out what to do. After hours of not falling asleep I thought of drinking warm milk. I don't know what contents milk has that helps a person sleep—which is normal for a person who doesn't drink milk that much—but word of the world says it does, and frankly I just wanted to fall off my fucking consciousness and wake up refreshed.

So here I was in the dark kitchen room, fucking pissed because my milk is cold as shit after I got it from the refrigerator and poured it into a glass. I've been staring at it on the kitchen countertop hoping that if I stared at it long enough it'll warm itself up.

Back to my major problem, I tried to persuade my friends into spilling, but my mom made sure to metaphorically superglue their mouths shut. Not even the tattletale Kris had any inkling of ever sharing. Damnation! I can't with this secrecy bullshit going around.

My phone suddenly chimed, and I jerked in fright.

"Fuck!" I growled at the intrusion. Somebody really dared to disturb me in this forsaken hour.

Yvanna calling...

I blinked once. I blinked twice. I still know how to read correctly right? Unless I forgot I was playing jumbled words, I'm pretty sure Yvanna is calling me right now.

Goodness, I gasped like a theatre actor. I may have stared at the phone too long while my stomach incessantly flipped in excitement. Muttering a short curse I answered the call.

"I knew you're awake. Can't sleep?" there was a teasing lilt in her tone, but she sounded undeniably tired as well. What could she be calling for?

"Can't," I answered simply, and shivered when a cold wind swept its way inside the unlit kitchen.

Probably the only good thing that has happened to me since arriving home was finally knowing where Yvanna lived. After allowing me to drive her home, I found out that she bought a unit from our condominium and has since then resided there. That turned out to be the reason why she got herself invited in the charity ball my family hosted a while back.

"It's going to be fine Grey. Just trust your mom; the party is going to be good."

I did. In all my previous birthdays.