dedicated to birdlaces
the leaves crunched under your shoes and the cold wind nipped at your face. typically a scowl would present your discomfort, but not today.
it was your birthday, and though you did have school you were excited. in the past you never really had any friends, and thus you never had a birthday party, and this year was gonna be different.
school went by far too slowly, though the birthday wishes from teachers and classmates made it a little better and far more tolerable- by lunch you were practically bursting at the seams with joy.
you walked home with a lot more pep in your step than usual, eager to get home and decorate. you ran upstairs and threw your bag in your room and went back downstairs and began decorating. despite it only being three and the party starting at seven.
you changed out of your school clothes and into something comfortable yet cute. after everything was set up you sat on the couch waiting for your guest. you knew charlie and the rest of the ducks would be late because of practice, and though you understood you were a little bummed- after all they were your best friends.
people began arriving as loud music played and you all danced. everybody seemed to be having a good time and it put a smile on your face. it was probably one of the best times of your life.
by the end of the night you were worn. you had an amazing time, though you had this empty feeling in your gut, none of the ducks came; you assumed practice was longer than expected and so they were exhausted, which made sense.
you heard a car pull up and you looked out the window. your mom's grey minivan pulled up since your parents decided to go out as to not disrupt your party. you were disappointed; you'd hoped it was charlie.
you began throwing away the paper plates and plastic cups that were scattered throughout the room. a pair of hands covered your eyes, followed by a 'guess who.'
a wide smile took place of your frown as you quickly turned facing charlie. you gave him a hug and laughed, "hey, you're only twenty minutes late."
"i know-practice. but i bought you something," he said, pushing a little gift bag towards you. you took the bag and the little box from inside. opening the little velvet box you found a dog tag necklace with the word 'conway' on it.
"you got me a necklace with your last name?," you laughed. "i have the one with yours. do you like it?" he said pulling it out from inside of his shirt. "i love it, thanks," you said and hugged him.
"i'm really sorry about missing your party," he said. "it's okay. you're still my favorite," you said. "and you're mine," he said. you two stood awkwardly, your faces both lightly crimson. he looked up at you, before cupping his hand around your face.
"may i?," he said, his gaze locked on you. your voice was seemingly frozen- you nodded instead. he planted his lips briefly on yours, a small kiss; though it was very comfortable and lovely to you. "happy birthday, y/n. i'll see you later," he smiled shyly and began walking away. "see ya later, " you waved to him.
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[wc; 564. and sorry for spelling/grammatical errors- i write on my phone. and sorry for the cheesy plot as well lmao.]
