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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO JAKEYYY🎊...

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Jacob's p.o.v

My birthday,

A day that's always been bittersweet. A day I've never looked forward to, but always ended up enjoying because my nanny was always prepared to have some fun with whatever flavor of ingredients we had in the fridge.

When did our tradition of baking a cake start?

It began when I was four. I was still a child, but I will forever remember this tragicomic event.

Three days ahead of my birthday, my mother had surprisingly returned from abroad, one thing she rarely did, and as expected from a four-year-old, I was delighted. I was beyond happy because for the first time in my life my mother would be around to celebrate my birthday so I was also looking forward to a day full of adventures.

In my mind we would go to an amusement park, we all would enjoy ice-cream, bake cookies and hug the rest of the night, but all my fantasies came crashing down on the day itself.

I should've seen it coming from miles away, but I was just too young to realize that, at least that's what miss Alyssa always told me.

When I woke up the morning of my birthday and excitedly ran down the stairs to tell everyone about it, my mother was at the door with a luggage. I knew what that was, I had seen it way too often. She was leaving....again.

My heart broke when she requested miss Alyssa to drive her to the airport instead of going to an amusement park and enjoying ice-cream just as I imagined.

I cried in the backseat and the number of shrieks that came out of my little mouth when I saw her once again being escorted away to the plane was disturbing. She left me again. Not that I wasn't used to it, but on such a special day, I was torn. No gift, no hug, no happy birthday, the only thing she left was just a little boy with a broken heart.

Miss Alyssa struggled to get me home and tried her best to calm me down. She tried to do so in various ways until she came up with one; baking whatever cake I wanted. At first, I wasn't interested, but when she mixed everything together and handed me the spoon to stir the batter, the smile finally came and it didn't take long before the kitchen became a mess.

Luckily for us, at the end we had a beautiful square cake in our hands ready to be decorated and we did just that by adding every single color I chose.

Now that I'm thinking about it, my fifth birthday was pretty gratifying. All my previous birthdays were too. They were all great, but this one? My 18th birthday?

Great? no....

This birthday wasn't great and I didn't like it one bit...

















It was remarkably spectacular and I loved it...

It was everything I've never expected, but yet everything I've ever wished for. Nothing can ever top this one, not in any lifetime.

Arthur White, the boy I met in one of the most depressing times of my life in the library, the boy who lit a torch in one of the darkest parts of my soul, the boy who with a single touch broke into the walls that diligently guarded my heart really kept his words and gave me everything I never knew I needed.

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"Hmph, aah, yesss."

"Right there?"

"N-no lower, aah."

"Here?"

"Ugh yes right there, it feels so good."

"Yeah? You like it?"

"Yeahhh, I really do. Thank you, Art."

"You're welcome, anything for you" Art answers as he gently continues to massage the part right under my shoulder blade with oils I never knew existed. He goes a little bit lower on my back causing me to let out a deep moan as I throw my head back on his wet shoulder.

I didn't realize how stiff my body was and how much I needed a massage until Art surprised me with a bubble bath and also offered to give me a massage after. He said that's the best way to start a birthday.

"Where did you learn how to do this" I question playing with the bubbles in the tub while his hands continue to do wonders on my back.

"The internet. I found a site with all the oils and shit, they said it's the best way to start the day" he explains calmly as he lets his hand roam around the nape of my neck.

"Aah, you're a professional at it" I let out closing my eyes at the strong touch of his rough yet so tender palms as his hands disappear into my hair.

Moments later a giggle escapes my slightly opened lips when my eyes fall on the mirror not so far from us and I see my hair standing on top of my head. "What is that" I giggle feeling the very pointy hair.

"I styled your hair" Art chuckles trying to keep my hair up, but it falls every time he tries to move his hand away, "wait, I'mm do the devil on you" and I let my eyes follow his movements in the mirror. This playful side of him is very enjoyable and it rarely comes out. I'm pretty sure Dea or Quinn wouldn't believe me if I told them about this.

"Hold up, stay still" he says in full concentration, "look, I did it. You high enough to see it through the mirror, birthday boy?"

"Uhu" I nod laughing at how crazy I look, "I look so evil" I pout checking it out on every angle.

"Naah, you look like a badass. I might as well be your stylist too" he boasts rolling some of my hair around his fingers to curl them ,I believe, and I laugh when he lets them go and they fall flat on my forehead.

"What you laughing at" he pokes my side while putting bubbles in my hair.

"T-this" I reply through giggles.

"That's what I meant to do with them" Art says matter of factly when I touch the strands that were supposed to be curls and I can't help but cackle.

"Yeah, sureeee, Art, sureee" I slur sarcastically hugging my knees, "you straightened them by rolling them around your fingers" I add snickering and yelp when he pokes me numerous times causing me to laugh loudly.

"You too small to be this sarcastic, lil baby" he says lowly pulling me back, "where do you think you going. Your little ass likes to provoke me, huh. Acting like you ain't gone suffer the consequences."

"Sorry" I place my hand on top of his arm that's now around me as I try to calm down from laughing nonstop.

"Naah, get up on your knees and face me" he says, more like demands, in his deep tone and I excitedly get up with raised eyebrows. Good thing my lower body is under water because I'm na-

"A-Art" I let out when I feel a sting on both sides of my butt, "ah" I moan biting my lip when he does it again. Moan? I'm not sure, but that just felt really good. I bite my lip looking down at Art who has a look that can only be described as 'okay, this is interesting.'

"What" I question waiting for him to continue.

"I don't know, you tell me" he smirks rubbing me gently as he looks me up and down.

"I don't know either, you tell me" I reply tilting my head aside and he squints his eyes before we both laugh when I try to put a serious face but it backfires.

"Yeah, I'm lucky" he says right after our laughter dies down.

"You are?" I ask curiously at his sudden statement.

"Yeah, you're the whole package" he reveals helping me up, "come on, we've been here long enough. I got something for you" he says coming out himself and I hand him one of the towels. We dry up and finally make our way out of the bathroom after two hours of just playing in the bathtub.

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"Do you need help with your tie too?" I ask Art when I see the red tie in his hand and he shakes his head. I helped him tie his cap around his head some time ago when we were dressing up.

"Naah, turn around" and I do while I hum a song that's been stuck in my mind. I heard it in a store Dea and I went to shop in yesterday. A smile spreads on my face when I think about our shopping trip after we made up.

Telling her about what I did for Art the other day was the biggest mistake I've ever made because she didn't want to let it go and I had to spend my time with a crimson red color on my cheeks and the tips of my ears. If that wasn't enough, she came up with the most gruesome idea when I told her that I wanted to surprise Art. I embarrassingly went with her plan and got waxed although I don't have much hair on my body. What a pain that was.

"Is it too tight?" Art asks placing the tie over my eyes and I shake my head excitedly. I can't wait to see what he wants to show me after this blindfold comes off, "aight, follow me" he says taking a hold of my hand and I follow him step by step.

"Are we going outside?" I ask trying my best to look through the tie, but the fabric is too thick.

"No, not yet."

"Hmm, I'm so ready to see this."

"Watch out, watch out" I hear Art say when he stops but I proceed to walk throwing my hands around to feel my surroundings, "you'll hit the wall, baby" Art calls out and I feel him pull me back.

"Oh, I thought we were still going" I pout as Art leads me back with his hand on my shoulders. I look around in the darkness when I hear another door open.

"Aight, sit here" he says pushing me down on a seat or a bed? I'm not sure. I bite my lip waiting for the tie to come off when I feel Art's hands fondling with the knot, "close your eyes."

"Is it off yet?"

"Yeah, you can open them" he chuckles and I gasp in chock when I open my eyes.

"W-wha-....oh my God, this is so cool. How....when" I ask looking around the not so empty room anymore and rub my eyes at the sight in front of me.

This is awesome.

Presents on the bed and the floor. Boxes, big and small, wrapped up in light blue, white or grey wraps are everywhere. Grey balloons with cute ribbons that spell 'happy birthday, Jake' are hanging on the wall right on top of the television. The whole ceiling is covered by balloons with what looks like notes at the end of every ribbon.

I let my teeth sink into my bottom lip when I feel tears well up in my eyes, tears of happiness. I stand up from the bed and go on my tippy toes to reach one of the notes and when I do, I open it to read the short text in it.

'Smile for no reason today' it says and I giggle when I notice the drawing of a heart right beside it. 'Did Art write all of these?' I think to myself and take another one. This one is a little longer.

'You are exactly the person you were meant to be.' I read this one over and over again and sniffle taking a thirth one.

'You make my heart smile' this one finally gets to me as I couldn't hold it any longer and I burst into tears. "Art, t-this..." I sniffle turning around and my eyes meet with him just standing there with a smile on his face and bouquet of fresh light blue roses. Without hesitation, I walk up to him and hug him right in the middle.

"T-thank you, thank you, thank you so much" I repeat pulling him down by placing my hands on his cheeks and leaving multiple butterfly kisses on his face, "sorry" I quickly apologize wiping his face when I realize that I'm making a mess with my tears and he shakes his head.

"Happy birthday, baby" he congratulates me handing me the roses and I take them with both hands carefully, "you like it?" he asks referring to the surprise and I nod happily.

"This is so amazing, Art. Did you do all of this?" I question looking up at the ceiling and he nods, "the notes too?"

"Yup" he answers and I just can't stop myself from hugging him once more. Why is he so perfect? "You're the best ever" I murmur into his chest and carefully move the flowers away from getting crushed when he lifts me up. I instantly peck him on the lips and wrap my legs around him. I study his beautiful features with my heart-shaped eyes while he does the same.

"Why are you crying" he asks as he helps me wipe my tears, "you're not happy about this?"

"Y-yes, they're tears of joy. I'm....I wasn't expecting any of this, but I should've. Isn't it too much?"

"For you? No" he shakes his head. 'God, he always says the right things' I mentally fanboy about him and how much of a gentleman he is and hug him for the thirth time.

" You're the best" I repeat feeling the butterflies go wild in my stomach, "the coolest ever and I love y-....all of this. T-the uhm decoration and balloons and notes" I find myself saying with my heart beating extremely fast and I get down from him in an instant.

'What am I saying....I shouldn't ruin the moment, I really shouldn't' I mentally scold myself with my eyes closed. I take a deep breath and speak up, "I-... a vase for the flowers. We need a vase for the flowers" I try to lighten the mood with my head still down and Art pulls my chin up. I look away when our eyes meet and he traces my lips with his thump.

"I-...w-we should..."

"Hey" he cuts me off, "look at me", and I look up at him. "It's aight, I think I love all of this too" he says softly with a small smile plastered on his lips.

"Go open the presents, I'mma go get the vase" he tells me and walks away leaving me in the middle of the room with my thoughts going wild. Did what I think just happen? Did we-? Did Art just-? Oh my God, I'm freaking out. Do I love, no, am I in, oh my God. When did I develop this feeling. I'm confused.

"Happy birthday, Jake. Hope you're having a great day. Whatever happens, don't let that nigga get away with anything, best friend. Oh yeah, wear condoms when y'all.....Okay, I'm sorry. Arthur doesn't want me to say that in the video, but have a great day babes. Love you and do what you promised. Suck his soul out" Deandra's voice interrupts my thoughts and I turn around to see her waving on the television.

"I'm hungry as he-, oh shit, my bad. It's on? Aight, shit what do I say" this time it's Quinn and I walk closer to the bed to take a seat, "oh yeah, the other day when we played, I won and it ain't the other way around. I know you ain't gonna believe me or this big headed ass nigga might edit it out so when we meet again, you better know I'mma beat you again. What's up. I had 54 or some shit like that, you had 7, seven nigga" he says violently with seven fingers up and I flinch, "oh yeah, happy birthday, lil bro."

"Thanks, I guess."

"Happy birthday, Park. I didn't know you were a cancer, that's cool" Deshaun comes on the screen and that surprises me a little. I haven't heard from him in a while so how did he know that it was my birthday, "White called me and threatened me to do this. He said he found my number in your friends list. I didn't know y'all were still talking. I also send you something. If he doesn't let you keep it, just know it's a card and some-" and my eyebrows go up when the video gets cut off. Art is so possessive.

"Jacob Park" and I flinch at the use of my full name. I look closer at the screen and my eyes widen, that's Art's dad. The big scary man is wishing me a great birthday. "Happy birthday, have fun and I hope to meet you very soon. If my son gives you keys to a house, call me immediately. My number is 853-" and he also gets cut off causing me to giggle.

"Jakeyyy."

"Mom" I exclaim happily when miss Alyssa's face comes on the screen. It doesn't seem like she can work with the camera though, but she's trying. I blush violently when Art comes on the screen. "Thank you" miss Alyssa thanks him when he zooms out from her face and I watch his movements attentively in awe. He's all mine.

"I got the vase" Art speak up startling me and I turn around to look at him, "you like the video?" he asks coming closer and I nod taking the vase with flowers.

"Thank you" I say receiving a quick peck before getting up to place it on the nightstand, "it's miss Alyssa's turn."

"Eighteen, wow" miss Alyssa starts and I quickly make my way back to the bed to sit down, "you're finally all grown up and I'm proud of you. I'm very thankful to be the one who had the chance to watch someone as amazing as you grow. Hopefully, you have a spectacular day with your boyfriend and please....please use protection if you two decide to do anything" she finishes and I close my eyes embarrassingly, "remember mom loves you okay? Have lots of fun, mwaa, bey.." she ends sending me lots of kisses and I wave until the screen goes black.

"Damn, we really gotta use protection" Art says shaking his head.

"I guess" I admit without even giving it much thought, "wait..what?" I question instantly and Art hands me the nearest box with a grey bow on it. "What's this."

"You'll see" he says and I avidly tear the wrap off bringing a black box into vision, "open it."

A gasp leaves my mouth when I open it and see a watch, not just a watch, a very shiny watch with tiny little stones inside it that look like diamonds. "Wait...a-are those my initials? It's designer?" I ask curiously when I see 'JP' written in the watch and Art nods. "This is so beautiful, look it also has two bracelets. Is this why you were asking what color I wanted?" and he answers with a yes. I figured. "I love it so much, but wasn't it too expensive, Art?"

"Not much, don't worry about it. Give me your hand" he says reaching for it and I watch how me carefully wears the watch around my wrist, "Damn, you icy" he states moving my hand around and I giggle. I sure am." Aight, open the other ones. This one is from Deandra."

I quickly take the box when I hear Dea's name and open it. Just as I imagined, it has exactly what I told Dea not to get so I rapidly close it and hide it.

"What's that" Art asks curiously and I shake my head smiling.

"Nothing, just a card" I tell him and reach for another box, "you'll find out soon okay?" I clear the air because he isn't buying any of it and he hands me another box. This one is a bit larger.

"I didn't want Candy to keep calling you so.." Art says as I open it.

"It's an iphone" I yelp opening it, "wow, I always wanted one of these. Thank you, babe". I excitedly take the brand-new rose gold phone with three cameras out and turn it on, "the camera is so so so coool, yeeesss" I grunt hugging the phone and Art chuckles.

I continue to open the other boxes repeating how much I love the gifts every single time. I received numerous boxes of perfume, bathing stuff, cards, a box of various types of chocolates which Art and I shared immediately, cute necklaces and 'baby clothes' from Dea. Why is she like this. Not to forget, there was also a gift from Arthur's dad which is a small brown handbag. I'll try to find a way to use it because it seems as if he has spend lots of money on it.

"And this one is....an apron" I say taking the light pink apron out and open it, "it says Arthur's" I giggle showing Art as if he wasn't the one who bought it, "there's another blue one and this one says Jacob's."

"Yeah, that one's mine" Art says taking it.

"What are they for."

"Since it's your birthday and you said that you and your mom bake cakes, I was wondering if you'd like to bake one together" he explains scratching the back of his neck.

"YES" I exclaim pulling him from the bed, "this is the best day ever" I let out leading Art towards the kitchen.

"What flavour are we going to make" I ask as we make our way to the kitchen and Art shrugs, "what about chocolate. Do you love chocolate?"

"Yeah" he says and I cheer clapping my hands. Baking is very fun.

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"You don't have to stand like this and stir, Art" I giggle out watching his movements as my back graces his chest ever so often.

"This is how I wanna do it" he says placing a small kiss on my shoulder

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