Oh right i have a wattpad book that i forgot for a year, wassup?

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2021

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Ember... happy birthday to you!"

Nineteen. How the fuck did this happen? It feels like i turned 14 yesterday, and suddenly I'm nineteen fucking years old. Sometimes, I feel like birthdays are just made up because people are selfish and always want to make everything about themselves. "This is my day", no shut the fuck up. I hate birthdays. I groan and turn around in my bed.

"I'm sleeping. I just turned nineteen and you won't let me sleep?" I mumble and I hear laughing.

"Well, It is your birthday. I'll let you sleep tomorrow, don't worry", I hear Charles say before I yawn, sitting up in my bed. He gives me a cup of coffee before pulling me into a hug.

"Thank you, Charles", I whisper as we pull away. He gives me a smile.

"You know, this cup is from my mother, so your grandma. It was her favorite. I found it while looking through my old stuff", Charles explain as I admire the cup. It's white with blue little flowers. Each flower is different from the other, and it looks like they were hand painted.

"Thank you", I say, looking at Charles. Things like these are so precious. "Family" is a hard word for me to hear, but I love learning about my family, if I can call it that. Suddenly, I hear knocking on the front door. Charles gives me a knowing look before walking downstairs and it doesn't take long before I hear the door opening.

"Where is the birthday girl?" I hear Billie say and I laugh.

"She's here!" I scream and immediately hear her footsteps approaching. It feels like time stops when she enters the room and closes the door behind her. Her blonde hair is messy from running and her blue hooded eyes makes me feel so weak. Her smile is huge, and it feels like something is pulling me towards her. I just want to be around her, touch her, feel her. I want to lay my head in her lap and look up at her. I want to sit next to her and watch the sunset, which is something that I would never say otherwise, because that shit's cringe as fuck.

She practically jumps into my arms, almost making me spill my coffee.

"Happy birthday, baby", she whispers and grabs my face softly, kissing my lips. It feels as good as it felt the first time, if not better. I put my left hand on her hip, pushing her towards me, making her straddle my hips. She grabs my coffee cup and laughs, putting it on the nightstand.

"I've missed you", I say, grabbing the back of her head and pulling her down towards me. Our lips meet again and my hands move to her lower back, pulling up her shirt slightly so that they can rest on her hips.

"I've missed you too, baby", she says, trailing kisses down my jawline. "What do you want to do today?"

"I want to fuck you all day", I mumble, making her gasp before laughing.

"Shut up. You don't have to tell me that, I already know. I mean, what do you want to do besides fucking me?" She asks, smirking.

"That's all", I say before flipping us around so that I'm on top of her. I start kissing her neck and collarbones, making her sigh out of pleasure. I move my hand from her face down to her hip before pushing my hand into her pants and panties. I know her body so well, I know where and how touch her to make her crazy. I look into her eyes as I press my hand againsy her. She wants me so bad. She gasps when I move my hand against her, making her grind against it. She moans quietly, grabbing my shoulder with her left hand and my hair with her right hand. I start fingering her, making her breathe heavier, but after a while she pushes my hand Away.

"Okay, seriously. I love this, but it's your fucking birthday", she says. "What do you want to do?"

"I don't know", I sigh. "You know that I hate my birthday".

My birthday used to be fun. Mostly because I would spend time with Evan. He always cared more about my birthday than his own. Actually, he had no idea when his birthday was when he was little, he just knew about mine. Evan would always give me something that he drew. Usually, it would be a picture of him and me holding hands or hugging. He would look at me and smile, waiting for my reaction after giving me the picture. It made me scared. He was so pure and didn't want to hurt anyone. However, I knew that he would get hurt eventually. I just didn't expect it to be like this... I didn't expect him to... die.

"I know, baby", Billie says sadly, making me snap back to reality. "Let's not make a big deal out of it. We can go to the lake and hang out."

"Sounds nice," I say, smiling. "But can I fuck you first?"

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"Remember the first time we were here? I was sixteen. I thought I knew everything. I thought I knew pain, grief, heartbreak, sadness..." I mumble, resting my head on Billie's shoulder as I play with the rings on her fingers. "Your rings used to be... bigger. You used to have dark blue hair-"

"Oh c'mon", Billie says, playfully hitting me on the arm. "But yeah, I remember the first time we were here. It feels like it would be impossible for me to forget. In one way, it feels like it was yesterday, but it also feels like so long ago".

"Yeah, exactly", I mumble, watching the water. "Billie?"

"Yeah?"

"I don't know what I would have done without you", I admit as I feel her gaze on me.

"I'm glad that I'm here then", she says after a while, wrapping her arms around my shoulders. We just sit there for a while, before we hear a car pull up.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, EMBER! LET'S DRINK UNTIL WE PASS OUT!" I hear Travis scream.