The Flyer & The Frat Star

Happy Birthday

Hero

Twenty-fucking-two. God, I'm getting old. Well, not really, but sometimes it feels like my life is moving far too fast for my liking, especially now that I have something worth living for. Josephine has apologized nonstop for the past week knowing she had an all-day cheerleading bootcamp the day of my birthday, but I would never want her to put aside her passion just for some stupid day. She did FaceTime me right at midnight to sing (very off-key) Happy Birthday, and I somehow guilted her into flashing me as a gift. She's planning to come right over to the frat house after her practice and a shower, and she says she has plenty more gifts to give me. Just the fact that she's with me and loves me is gift enough, but I'm not going to lie and say getting spoiled by my girl doesn't make me feel like a king— especially if any of her gifts are akin to another finger in my ass. What an experience.

Mercy and my mum FaceTimed me around 8 in the morning, far too early for me but understandable with the time difference. It was actually nice talking to my mom for once, I feel like she can see a shift in my attitude. When Mercy asked me if I had someone special I avoided the question, not wanting to drag Josephine into my family drama just yet, but Mercy made sure to give me the "We'll talk later" look. I check my phone for the time, 9 p.m., hopefully Jo will be here soon. I know she wanted to shower after practice and do all that girly shit to get ready. I'm all for a shaved pussy, but if Jo wanted to grow her bush to a jungle I'd gladly eat grass. As if she read my mind I hear her soft knock on my door followed by her entrance.

"Happy birthday, baby!" she beams as she runs in, drops her bag, and jumps onto the bed, tackling me and squeezing me tight. I wiggle my body underneath her to get my arms out and wrap her in a bear hug, inhaling her lavender scent as I hold her in my arms. God, I've missed her and it's only been 2 days since we've seen each other. Sometimes it scares me how much I feel for her. "How was your special day?" She smiles after pecking my lips and rolling off of me to sit up.

"Pretty boring. Sam and I got lunch together and I spoke to my mum and Mercy this morning. But my day just got a whole lot better now that you're here," I wrap my hand around the back of her neck to pull her face down and capture her lips in a searing kiss. Not even giving her a second to warm up, I instantly push my tongue into her mouth, nipping, sucking, biting until she moans and gives it right back to me. Just as my hand moves back down her front to grab her breast, she grabs my wrist to halt my movement.

"Hold on. I have presents to give you. Save that for later," she purrs, visibly upset that she stopped our heated make out session with her plump lips in a pout. She leans down and produces two wrapped packages from her back, one definitively smaller than the other. I told her not to spend any money on me, but it appears she ignored that request, but the radiant smile on her face as she hands them to me makes it all worth it. "Open the smaller one first," her voice wavers a bit, biting her lip with nervousness as I tear into the wrapping paper. I hold what seems to be a jewelry box of some kind and give her a questioning look. She nods at me to open it and what I reveal makes my heart flutter like a little fucking girl. I pull out the gold chain, laying it across my palm to read the engraved writing on the small bar attached to the end. It says, "love you most" in what appears to be her handwriting. I am absolutely speechless. My Josephine is the most thoughtful, caring, loving woman I know and I'm absolutely dumbfounded that somehow she loves me. She must take my silence for disapproval as she begins to ramble, "You don't have to wear it. I don't know, I know you always wear those two gold chains so I figured you might like it. Maybe three is too many to wear, I can try to return it even though it's personalized," she speaks a mile a minute until I cut her off with my lips.

"Are you kidding me? I fucking love it, babe. It's honestly the most thoughtful gift anyone's ever gotten me," I whisper against her lips, her whole face lighting up at my acceptance and praise. "Wanna help me put it on?" I turn my back to her as she places the chain around me and clasps in, placing a chaste kiss to the back of my neck that seems so intimate. "I feel like a princess," I joke and she throws her head back in beautiful laughter. The bar hangs below the other two pendants, and I toy with it in my fingers with a stupid grin on my face, feeling like I'll always have a little piece of my girl even when we're apart. God when did I get so soft? When Josephine bulldozed through my fuckboy walls and taught me what it felt like to have a purpose in life. Taught me to see myself as someone worthy of love.