Three Words, I Love You ✔️

39: If I give you a kiss, will you tell me?

|39: If I give you a kiss, will you tell me?|

It's my birthday...

It's supposed to be my special day but really... it feels like any other day. People are just nicer and congratulate me for aging up... heh. Although Toryn doesn't make it feel like another day. He called me this morning and screamed a very long and incorrect version of Happy Birthday. How he managed to mess up the song is beyond me but it was enough to brighten my mood and he seemed to enjoy singing for me. 

Then after his singing, he switched to facetime and helped me pick an outfit... very loudly might I add. We, and by we I mean Toryn, decided on a creamy white sweater that's a bit big for me, and a pink skirt with just enough flow, and simple white flats. Today's a no makeup day because I woke up and saw that I'm breaking out with acne. I can only think of it being from stress. I like to think I have a good washing routine for my face, thank you very much.

But anyway... the sweater goes down to my knuckles and I was going to roll it up, but Toryn said it was cute and added to the look... so I left it. 

If Toryn says something is cute, don't change it. Because that says something... if it comes from the boy who wears sweats 24/7. 

We ended the call and naturally... I checked other notifications and then my messages. I didn't check them just for fun... I checked to see if Nemo had texted me. 

He didn't.

I'll admit, I felt a bit bad seeing that but I corrected myself. He needs space, so I'm going to give it to him... even if all I want to do is shower him with hugs and fingerbumps and rub my hands through his hair and hold his hand and give him little smooches.

Speaking of smooches, when I walked into the kitchen, Grandpa gave me double kisses on the cheek. It's something he's done every year on my birthday, but it still surprises me. When you know someone like Grandpa, it's a little unusual when they're sincere and affectionate. At least, in my opinion.

"Alright motherfucker, eighteen birthday punches for you!"

I stand still with a goofy smile as Grandpa 'punches' me on the arm... it's more like nudging but I'll let Grandpa have his fun. Once Grandpa finishes the eighteen punches, he grins and pushes my head with his knuckles. 

It always makes me happy to see Grandpa genuinely joyful, seeing how much he's grumpy.

"You're getting old like me!" he cackles while leaning against the kitchen counter with a beaming smile, "Next thing you know, you'll have wrinkles,"

I gasp dramatically, "Oh no!"

"The wrinkles only added to my sexiness," Grandpa states very proudly and smugly before casting a disgusted look my way, "I dunno about you though,"

"Wow," I say with a quick laugh, "Thanks Grandpa, that's exactly what I needed to hear,"

"Fucker I'm just messing with ya!" he exclaims while throwing his hand into the air, "Now, are you taking the bus or am I gonna have to strangle your mother into giving you a ride?"

Before I could answer, Mom struts in with her eyes narrowed at Grandpa, "Talking behind my back, are we now?"

Grandpa rolls his eyes, "Duh. Don't flatter yourself,"

"Morning Mom..." I reluctantly greet Mom as she stands by the fridge, turning on her coffee pot. She only grunts at my greeting, making my face fall.

As Mom goes to open the cupboard, she pauses, glancing at me. She sighs and lowers her arm, turning to me.

She clears her throat, "Adaline,"