Saturday, 24 October 2009
08:09:16 PM (GMT)
…Is this not one of the most romantic and heartwarming things you have ever read?
It’s the day of your birthday party, and you’re super excited. Your friends are
going to be there, along with a guy that you have a small (but not psychotically
huge) crush on. You know he’s going to be the only guy there, since your long-time
interest (a sex god, but he’s really not interested in you) cancelled on you the
minute before the party began. You now push said interest out of your mind; he's not
going to spoil your day.
You’re nervous. Really, really nervous.
He gets to your house. The minute he walks in the door, he sticks a huge, garish
purple bow onto his shoulder and smiles, saying “Happy Birthday! Can I be your
present?” You giggle and the two of you hug, sharing hello’s.
When all of your attendees arrive, you move into your room (where the actual party is
taking place). He gives you his present; a Hershey bar, a Scorpio keychain that can
be personalized, a sarcastic yet amazing card, and a mysterious green-wrapped present
that you save until last to open.
When you rip back the wrapping paper, you see something that makes your face burst
out into a smile; remember when he wore that anime shirt to school one day? And you
constantly fangirled over it, and wished you had it, and jokingly asked if you could
have it? Well, guess what was sitting amongst the folds of green tissue paper,
causing you to squee and give him a huge hug.
The entire group dances to your favorite songs; he’s teaching you the proper way to
headbang (he has the perfect hair to do so, anyways). When you’re all done, you and
your friends collapse onto the floor. Your head rests on his chest, and he
(surprisingly) lets it rest there.
That’s how you sit for the next couple minutes; feeling his breathing, making you
suddenly fall a thousand stories for an amazing, sweet guy.
The second he walked out the door (after the last huge hug, along with a promise that
he would buy a dog collar that said ‘property of Kat’ engraved on it as an extra
present), you pull on the T-shirt, finding that it smells exactly like him. It fits
you well; he’s always been a bit of a skinny dude, but it’s baggy enough to let
everyone know that it’s probably not your shirt.
Later that night, at 4 AM in the morning, as your friends are gabbing and giggling
about boys…guess who’s the first one that comes to mind?