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IX. The Moment She Told Me She Loved Me

A/N: Super cute moment ahead.
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Special songs for this chapter:
Stop Draggin' My Heart Around—Stevie Nicks & Tom Petty
A Little Less Sixteen Candles, A Little More "Touch Me"—Fall Out Boy
Won't Go Home Without You—Maroon 5
Iris—Goo Goo Dolls

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IX. The Moment She Told Me She Loved Me

Birthdays.

Always a monumental moment in someone's life. It's a reminder to that person and those close to them that they're another year older. One more year closer to their impending death. I mean, if you look at it cynically like that.

Today—is someone specials birthday and no it's not me.

Now why I'm freaking out about said persons birthday when it's just like any other birthday, I have no clue.

As I look in the mirror of the bathroom with my black button up still unbuttoned, I scrunch up my face, narrowing my eyes at myself.

"What are you doing Nate? Pull yourself together dumbass," I growl and begin buttoning it up frustratedly. "It's just her sixteenth birthday party," I mumble as I stop on the second button, leaving it open.

When I finish brushing my teeth, I look up to notice a fresh white toothpaste stain on the collar of my shirt. Fucking really?

With a frustrated growl that sounds more like a battle cry, I nearly rip it off before throwing it in the hamper. I stomp into my room like a tantrum having toddler and rummage through my closet, unsure of what to wear now since that was literally the nicest shirt I own.

"Well isn't this a sight. Is my big brother having a bad day and can't decide what to wear because nothing looks right?" Heather's annoying ass voice echos in my small room and I don't even give her the satisfaction of turning around and giving her an eye roll.

Instead I ignore her, hoping she'll go away. That works right? Isn't that what our parents say about bullies? If you ignore them they'll go away.

Well apparently this bully disguised as my little sister didn't get the damn memo.

"Oh come on Nate. Look wear what you have on. It's so...you," she stands beside me and scrutinized my attire with a scrunched up nose and furrowing brow.

"Okay see. When you look at me like that, it makes me think what I'm wearing isn't in fact okay," I narrow my eyes at her before flicking her on the forehead.

"Ouch asshole," she cries out and punches my arm. I immediately raise my other hand to rub out the spot as I turn away from her. No way am I going to let her see that actually kind of hurt.

Fuck, she's been hanging around Bex too much. Probably learned from her how to actually hit someone, making it count.

That's what you get for teaching Bex how to properly form a fist and break someone's nose when she was in middle school. Okay Captain-Fucking-Obvious, I get it—now shut the fuck up.

"Nate. You look fine. Plus it's Bex, she's not going to care," Heather reassures me as she walks out of my room. Fuck she's right.

That's when I finally decide to wear my usual jeans, black t-shirt, and converse. Of course I run gel through my hair, giving it that James Dean look and make sure I'm properly shaved.

Yup. This is as good as it's going to get.

Well, that new found confidence flies out the fucking window when I walk down the stairs and Mom stops to look at me with a conflicted expression.