⁕28 April⁕
"Happy Birthaaaay!" Tracy howled, blowing an ear-splitting horn right into my ears. I woke up, bewildered.
"What? Whose?" I stuttered, part of me still stupefied with sleepiness. It's been over a month since the grotesque incident with Sugar. Since then, there haven't been any unusual occurrences. No unexpected phone calls, no bizarre noises, no paranoia. Every day was as simple as it had been during the life before weird Tattoo entranced our lives.
"Wait! What time is it?" I was saying now.
"12 AM. Duh!"
"Aww, thanks, Trace." I sat up on the bed and reflected." Wow! My last birthday feels like only a
week ago. You gotta hate time." I yawned heavily, and before I knew, collapsed back into a groping slumber.
"Wake up! Wet Blanket!" She smashed a pillow on my face.
" Ow! Sorry," I mumbled and endeavored to unfurl my eyes again.
"Look what I got you!" she said, bubbling with excitement.
I opened one eye. A fat subtle pink booklet was slammed in front of me. An album.
Groggily sitting upright, I smiled and opened it. But, by the time I had done leafing through the silky smooth pages, my emotions ruptured. Overcoming with gratefulness, I plunged into a grinning Tracy and embraced her, almost shoving her off the bed. "Thank you," I whispered
"You go girl." She patted my back.
"It's so beautiful Tracy, I can't believe you haven't lost a single picture of us together since we met!"
"I'm your best friend, hon. What else do you expect me to do?"
I beamed a thankful smile. There we were, thrust amid the pink covers, Tracy and me side by side as newborn babes- holding hands in our first day at kindergarten with gap-toothed smiles-8 year old me licking a strawberry ice cream and watching Tracy crying over her fallen one-the sad final year in 'Little Flower' middle school- goofily pausing like 'wannabe models' as freshmen in high school- prom- graduation-college and every memorable click, till, just a few minutes ago, when I was blissfully dozing away, with hairs strewn messily across the pillow.
"12:30!" Tracy yelled, glancing at the clock.
"What?"
"Do you know whose coming?!"
"Who?"
She zipped her lips and studied me coyly.
"What?", I smiled, very curious.
"Wait and see."
In the next moment, as if simultaneously, the doorbell whistled.
"Go." She winked.
I stared at her skeptically for a second but glided down the bed to the door anyway.
As the door barged open, there he stood, Stiles, ravishingly beautiful in a black suit and a picturesque smile.
"Happy birthday." He whispered, gifting me a bouquet of pink roses.
Suddenly, I became self-conscious about my untidy hair, and the overflowing grey sweatshirt.
As I continued gawking at him, he asked, in a melodious voice, "Are you going to invite me in?"
"Oh! I'm sorry! It's just, I wasn't expecting you."
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