13~The Old's birthday

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^^^Marie-Anne's outfit^^^


Marie-Anne's POV


A light knock on the door wakes me up, did I fall asleep? I get up looking down at the book I was supposed to be reading and the case I was supposed to be working on. I hate when that happens, I fall asleep during the day when I'm supposed to be working and I can't even fall asleep at night if I don't take my pills or get drunk. Sometimes, the pills don't even help, it makes you fall asleep, but it doesn't keep you asleep.

The person knocks on the door again, I sigh looking at my face on my phone's screen. I fix my hair and fix my messy desk, "come in," I finally tell the person. Rebecca, she enters the office giving me a heart whelming smile. We've never actually met, I only know her because Dylan use to talk about her all the time and he used to show me her picture.

She looks the same from eight years ago, her dark hair is flowing down her back, her dark eyes are the same. She has a pair of dark jeans on with a turtleneck, who wears turtlenecks in Florida? "Hi, you probably don't know me, I'm Rebecca," she says giving me her hand to shake. I shake her hand giving her a smile.

"I know who you are," I tell her.

"Of course you do," she mumbles to herself. "I was wondering if you could do me a favor," she says taking a seat across from me.

"Is Dylan dead?" I ask, "if you want me to go to the funeral so it could look like he had friends, I won't mind," I tell her in a serious manner.

"He isn't dead," she says. She has an accent, that's so cute.

"Do you want me to kill him?" I ask, "it'll cost you, but my parents raised me as a good Christian, I'm always open to helping others," I say. She stares blankly at me, she probably thinks I'm crazy.

"You're funny, I see why Dylan likes you," she says. If only I was joking.

"Wasn't meant to be a joke," I tell her. She bites her bottom lip nervously looking around at my office. She wants a favor, who would have thought Dylan's friends would want a favor from me? "Anyways, what can I help you with?" I ask.

"Today's Dylan's birthday," she starts. That's true, I forgot about that, I've never spent his birthday with him, but I remember how I had planned on making his birthday special eight years ago after he made mines special. Oh, how times have changed. "I'm throwing him a surprise party and I was wondering if you would come, I know it's last minute, but I was just debating with myself," she says.

"That's nice of you, but I'm sure Dylan wouldn't want me there, I mean the guy hates me," I say.

"He doesn't, I'm sure of it. I just want someone he likes to be there and if you don't like it, you don't have to stay. You can just come to wish him a happy birthday, that's all I'm asking," she blabs. Dylan wouldn't want to see me for his birthday, I'll only make him mad and people need to be happy during their birthday. Rebecca's face looks full of hope, "please," she says beggingly.

"I'll try to stop by after work, but no promises," I say. "What's the address?" I ask taking out my phone to write it down.

"Um...it's at my place," she says like I know where she lives. I raise my eyebrow waiting for the address, "Oh, I live on the left of A.D.A's Brown's apartment," she says full knowingly.

"And what makes you think I know where A.D.A Brown lives?" I ask.

"I don't think you do," she says. I sigh, "I know you do," she adds with a big smile. "Anyways, thank you and I'll see you tonight," she says. She then exits my office. leaving me to my self again.

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"Hey E, you want to go to a party?" I ask Esther walking into her room with my towel wrapped around my body from taking my shower.

"You're going to a party, you?" She asks surprise.

"It's Dylan's birthday and I'm going there so I can make it hell," I joke.

"Sure, I need to have some fun," she says getting up.

"Okay, be ready in fifteen," I tell her leaving the room.

I walk into my room picking an outfit to wear. I pick a high light blue jean skirt with a white crop top and some black heels. I get dressed letting down my straightened hair. Feeling good about how I look, I walk out my room waiting for Esther.

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We reach Rebecca's apartment, I realize what she meant she does live next door to Brown. Now, if I don't like the party or Dylan kicks me out, I can just go to Brown's place. We open the door and are greeted by faces I don't know. The party feels like a mixture of a college frat party and a champagne party. I like it, it's not too high class nor too clubby. I like it.

I look around to see if I could find Dylan to tell him happy birthday, but he is nowhere to be found, "hey, thanks for coming," Rebecca says as I walk into the kitchen.

"Yeah, it's nice of you to have us," I say turning to see if I could find Esther, but she is nowhere to be found either. I don't bother looking for her, it's been a long time she's been to a party because of her job.

"Well, enjoy," she says leaving. I grab two beers to drink, I walk trying to find a place that is both private and quiet. I go into the hallway and open the first door I find.

Dylan gets up from laying down on the bed and staring at the ceiling, "Marie-Anne," he says surprised.

"Hiding from your own party?" I ask.

"No, I just needed a break," he says, "what are you doing here?" He asks.

"Well, Rebecca thought it was a great to invite me even though she knows you hate me," I say sitting next to him on the bed. He grabs one of the beers from me and starts drinking it.

"You know I don't hate you," he says. "We have our differences, but hate is a strong word Marie-Anne," he says. I chuckle remembering the last time he told me that. He told me that eight years ago when I told him that I hated his family and him because he was a part of them.

"Yeah whatever, now why are you hiding from your own party?" I ask.

"Well, I just realized something," he says taking a sip of the beer.

"What did you realize?" I ask curiously to know why he is hiding from a party his best friend took the time to throw for him.

"I'm getting old," he says. I laugh at his stupidity making my stomach hurt, "it's not funny," he says.

"You just realized that?" I ask, "I realized that when I was like ten," I tell him, "and you're not that old, you're like forty," I say.

He smiles shaking his head at me, "I'm twenty-seven, not that old," he says. "I forgot how funny you are, you were always able to make me laugh," he adds.

"Well, that's what I'm here for, making people laugh when they are feeling down," I say looking into his eyes. He stares into my eyes, feeling as if he is seeing my soul. I scratch my throat breaking the eye contact, "and you should be proud to be old, it means you have lived life," I tell him.

"But, I haven't," he says, "I remember when I was a kid, I would say by the time I was twenty things I would want to achieve, but now I am twenty-seven and I still haven't achieved them."

"Well, maybe you haven't, but you still have time. And you have achieved a lot for a twenty-seven-year-old, you shouldn't give up on your dreams," I tell him. I am wise today.

"Yeah, I guess," he says laying back down staring at the ceiling. This reminds of the first time, I met his parents, we were in his room trying to avoid the party, I chuckle at the thought. I wonder where we would be right now if I hadn't left. "Rebecca doesn't like people in her room," he says just staring into space. I look around noticing that we are in her room, I get up about to leave so I can respect her privacy. "But, I guess she won't mind you," he says sitting up.

"Please keep me company so I can stay sane," he says grabbing my hand. I nod my head and take a seat next to him, "you remember when we hid in my room the first time you met my parents?" He asks.

"Yeah, it was horrible," I say laughing that I think about it. "Your mother thought I couldn't be a lawyer because I was black," I say laughing at how stupid that sounds.

"Yeah, that's so stupid, look at you now," he says.

"And you ruined her whole birthday party standing up for me," I say, "thank you for that, not many people would stand up to their mother for a girl they barely knew," I say.

"I knew you enough back then, it was when I realized that I was in love with you," he says.

"Yeah, you told me that while we were going home," I tell him.

"So much has changed," he says. I nod my head in agreement with him.

"Let me tell you a joke," I tell him trying to change the subject.

"I'm listening."

"So, there was this old lady living in New York," I start. He looks at me giving me his full attention, it feels good to just talk to him. "She lived by herself..."I continue.

AN

Dylan and Marie-Anne are kind of on good terms again. They are thinking about the old times, so cute...

Thanks for reading everyone.

Au Revoir...




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