Itty Bitty (boyxboy)

Chapter 17: Birthday bitch fit (part 1)

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"Mom, it's not like i'm moving out tomorrow. I have two years left of school! Quit being so dramatic." I snapped, sighing as she sniffed at me and turned away. I rolled my eyes, rubbing my temple and trying to enjoy the closing of my birthday. That's right, my birthday arrived sooner than expected. I still haven't told Isaiah it's my ''special day'' but i'm sure the word will get around to him somehow. Unfortunately.

It's not that I don't want to see him or anything, in fact the opposite. What i'm not looking forward to is the special treatment, influx of unnecessary, costly presents and non-stop happy birthday wishes.

Oh, and it's the anniversary of Trey cheating on me and what not. That too. Ugh.

"Darby, it's your birthday! When are we going to throw the party, hm? Why are you so sour like this?" My dad came over, slapping his hands onto my face. I pried them off and huffed, crossing my arms.

"Because, I hate my birthday, and I swear to science if you tell anyone, and I mean anyone that I know outside of this family I will adopt a small child and tell everyone I got a girl pregnant and she ran off, and then force the baby onto you, forever shaming the rest of your existence." I said, my voice completely serious. He just put his hands up, looking at me with wide eyes.

"Okay, okay! No need to get so dirty and underhanded." He backed up slowly and then ran off. I smirked, ignoring my mother's sigh.

"Well, are you at least going to see Isaiah today? Or are you neglecting to inform him of this as well, even though he's your boyfriend?" I glared, shoving past her.

"He's not really my boyfriend, I mean not officially at least. So lay off woman." I bolted upstairs to my room before she could guilt trip me anymore, shutting my bedroom door with a sigh.

"Took you long enough to get back up here." I grinned, going over to Isaiah who was sat casually on my bed. I pulled him up by his hands, and he wrapped his arms around me.

"So, you ready to go?" I nodded, grabbing my shoes. See, I actually told Isaiah about my birthday yesterday. I had to think all those things to make it believable for my parents! Sheesh, get a clue.

We planned to go for a walk on the beach around seven to watch the sun go down and just relax there, well I did at least. As expected he started jumping around when I told him it was my birthday, demanding we get a bouncy house and several things that I shot down immediately with a fierce scowl. Instead, we compromised to just spend time together on the beach where we met, even thought that wasn't so long ago. Romantic right? I know, my teeth hurt from it all.

When we got there it was perfect weather, and it looked beautiful all across the waves. I had spent the whole day with Isaiah in my room. We just talked, and kissed, and it felt right. Like I was where I belonged, and I never wanted to move.

I didn't think I would like something like that, I didn't think I was that sappy. But turns out...I am. Oh well. We sat on the sand together, looking up at the sky. I forgot all of my worries, my insecurities, even Trey for a while...that could only last so long, of course.

"Finally! Darby, babe, why didn't you come see me? I have been looking for you all day!" I looked to the side with wide eyes, as Trey came staggering toward us, piss drunk. Isaiah quickly stood up with me, standing slightly in front of me.

"But, I c-couldn't go to your house, o'course," he continued, voice slurred, "'cause your parents don' like me very much. Where you been?" He burped, and I wrinkled my nose. He was never a drinker, but I guess that changed too. Gross.

"Trey, we're not together and we never will be again. You know very well why I didn't come to see you." He narrowed his eyes.

"I told you I had something planned! You coulda' least bothered to see what I spent all this, this TIME and MONEY on, but NOOOO you, you gotta be a stuck up lil' bitch! Like always!" I grit my teeth, feeling Isaiah's back muscles tense against my hand.