𝙼𝚌𝙺𝚎𝚗𝚣𝚒𝚎 𝚉𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚠.
"Your birthday is this weekend Kenzie, can I please throw you a birthday party? Pretty please?" Isabella requested, politely with a toothy grin.
The one week where I learn how to resist her puppy eyes, she learns this?
She learnt how to smile like that?
Girl played dirty.
I like that.
"Y'know I don't fuck with birthday parties Isa." I made excuses, she groaned.
"You're turning eighteen, you're becoming a legal adult. Fuck with this party, because it'll be yours."
She was cute when she cussed.
I know I was going to regret this, but how could I say no to that face?
"Fine."
••
"I'm just surprised you agreed to it." My mother had said when I told her about the party.
She didn't object to a bunch of teenagers having a wild party in her house, instead she was 'surprised' I wanted to host it.
Horrible parenting skills.
A zerow over hundred.
All hail the king of pun. Cue the wow-soundtrack.
Thank you, thank you.
Bow then walks away.
••
"There's no way you're getting me into a dress and heels Isa, give it up." I narrowed my eyes at her.
This was the fourth time I was rejecting her idea.
Why hasn't she dropped it?
..
Maybe because she knew five was her lucky number.
••
Saturday mornings had never been my thing, Saturday nights was what I fucked with.
I didn't fuck with birthday parties, but I fucked with all the other themes.
‘Look at me, I just got my driving licence’, I fucked with. ‘My parents are out of the country’, I fuck with. ‘Halloween parties’, I slayed. ‘Christmas parties, New Year's eve’ I would always fuck with.
‘Birthday parties?’ who cares?
You're just turning a year older and you still don't know what you're doing with your life, yay.
Whoopee yay for me.
••
“Isa, I ain't know half of the people in here. Why your invitation not strict when you know I don't fuck with them birthday parties?” I'd pulled her aside and unto the less crowded stairs to ask her.
She'd gotten my ghetto accent out and that obviously means I was pissed off as hell, because I kept running into stupid boys trying to flirt with me.
I hated stupid boys trying to flirt with me!
Don't you hate it too?
I don't swing that way, now fuck the fuck off!
“I'm sorry Ken, the crowd is thanks to Kate. She handled the college students invitation and she invited every single male she knows who's either a freshman or in their senior year. I don't know why.” She looked sorry.
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