Cliche (Love Series # 1)

f i f t e e n

Birthday

(noun)

birth·day\ˈbərth-ˌdā\

: the day when someone was born or the anniversary of that day

: the day when something began

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I wiped the sweat that threatens to fall from my nose, with the umbrella on my hand, I walk towards the narrow street from our house.

My slippers felt a bit small, might have to buy again I kept in mind and slither my way to the skimpy road where a lot of tricycles and motors blocking the way. I ultimately pressed my way outside before getting inside the tricycle and telling the driver to go near Doña Susana.

It's my friend's sixteenth birthday today, it's Carl, the guy who looks half spanish. Me along with my friends and some of our classmates were invited. It'll just be a simple celebration and I know there'd be a karaoke machine in there. It's a staple in every celebration and it livens the atmosphere more.

Soon, I'm already facing the front of his house, an elderly lady called for carl's name and he was soon walking ahead and urging me to go inside.

"Happy birthday Carl!" I greeted him as he waved his hands saying it's fine.

I can already hear the blaring music from the to before I get inside. He opened the door and our classmates looked at us before Tintin came over me.

"Jamie! You're here, come on!" I was soon held by Tintin and came inside the room and sat on the seat next to her.

One of my classmates were singing Migraine, the loud songs beats simultaneously with my heartbeat. The whole room was filled with laughters and boisterous chatters as the rest sang along with the music.

I saw some older looking people sitting far from us, each of them holding a glass filled with alcohol. It seems like it's his father and their relatives and neighbors. They were having a conversation and at the same time eating their pulutan consisting of bopis, sisig and pinapaitan.

I look around the room and immediately notice the table full of foods, there's also a gallon of water placed beside the table with plastic cups, spoons, forks and paper plates on the side.

"Let's eat everyone!" Carl announced and instantly, their eyes lit up and everyone begun to cheer for him.

We lined up and each have a paper plate on their hand, when it's my turn, I choose palabok and puto before seating down to eat. I see varieties of filipino party foods such as pancit, palabok and filipino style spaghetti along with kaldereta and adobo.

Then after eating, someone knocked on the door and when it was opened, a woman with a stroking resemblance to Carl came with a cake on her hand.

"I'll take a picture of you!" She insisted which made carl's face sour in response.

He doesn't really like to take pictures and what's more, it's a but embarrassing for him and because of that, everyone strives to not laugh.

"Let's sing Happy birthday!" Brix said and carl's mother immediately urged us. Carl on the other hand shouted that it doesn't matter but his mother refused.

We cooperated with her and sang the song loudly, my friends also took their phones out and video him.

It was loud and all of us can see the redness in carl's face. Everyone laughed while he punched Brix's arm before cursing him.

Soon, the party ended, some had already left and some planned to have an overnight. Tintin is just around here and bool already left since he has an appointment with someone, Enard on the other hand has left along with Evan and Hanie.