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Andie Fluharty's 22nd Birthday Bash

"Christmas time is here!”

“Happiness and Cheer!”

“Fun for all that children call.”

“Their favorite time of year.”

I laughed as I watched Alex and Davey sing “Christmas Time is Here” back and forth to each other. “Why do you know all the lyrics?” I asked, leaning back in my seat on the couch with my reading glasses on.

Alex arched his eyebrows at me. “Who doesn’t know all the lyrics to 'Christmas Time is Here?” he shot back. I glared at him and Davey laughed.

“He’s got a point, buddy. Besides, you should be the main one singing. Your birthday’s today!” he exclaimed, walking over to me. “Yeah, you and Paris will finally be the same age” Alex added.

I smiled. “Yeah, that is one upside. I don’t know. I’ve never been crazy about my birthday until now actually. Paris has some type of surprise planned for me,” I said.

“Surprise? Like what?” Davey mocked. I arched my eyebrows at him and smirked. “You know! Tell me” I growled, lunging at him. He laughed and moved out the way. “I can’t. I’ve been swore to secrecy by your girlfriend,” he chuckled, pushing me off of him.

“Swear on your unborn child,” I said, pointing at him. He sighed and raised his right hand. “I swear on my unborn child,” he mumbled. Alex laughed. “You guys, that is so messed up,” he remarked, shaking his head.

Dad walked into the room, laughing when he saw us. Since Thanksgiving, he’s been staying at mom’s house. Things have been better lately.

“Your mother said 'stop fighting in here” he chuckled. I frowned. Well, then again, she’s still my mom. I got off the ground and helped Davey up. “Hey dad, did Paris tell you what she’s planning for my birthday?” I asked, trying to coax it out of him.

Dad smirked, putting his hands in his pockets. “Forget it, Andie. I’m not telling you anything” he replied. I sighed and walked toward the door. “I guess I’ll just have to go ask her. Davey? You coming with?” I asked, looking over my shoulder at him.

He nodded before grabbing our jackets, saying ‘bye’ to Alex and my dad. We walked down the street and looked at the thin layer of snow around us. You don’t see much snow around California but every now and then, you’ll spot some in Avalon.

“I’ve been thinking about names for the baby”, he said softly. I glanced at him. “I’m still trying to get over the shock that my best friend’s gonna be a dad. Can you believe this Davey? Two months ago, we would have never thought this would happen,” I exclaimed, moving to the side as a woman and her dog walked passed by me.

“You mean, the fact I'm dating a night club DJ and you're with a cover model?” he asked bluntly. “Yeah but not just that. Two months ago, you hated your job. We barely had any money. I wasn’t speaking to Antony. I didn’t know who my father was. Life was horrible,” I replied in a sigh.

“And along came Paris with her fairy Godmother Liz and they just flipped the script,” he teased. I laughed with him. We turned the corner down another street. “Things just changed but this time for the better. I’m starting to wonder what next year will bring,” I said, smiling when I saw Katie and Paris walking up to us.

They smiled back, waving in our direction. “All I can say is to take one day at a time. We’re in no rush, right?” he questioned, waving back. I grinned at him. “Nah, we’re in no rush at all."


“Liz, I don’t feel like doing this. It’s my birthday. Can’t we chill at home?” I asked, fiddling with the red dress shirt I had on. “I’m afraid not, Andie. Paris was very strict about her plans for tonight” she replied.

I groaned. It was my birthday, so why was everybody doing things their way? I saw everyone walking inside the building and my eyebrows arched. They were dressed formally as I noticed a few people I hadn’t seen in years.

“Liz, please tell me what’s going on,” I begged. She just laughed as she opened the door for me. “She loves you, Andie. That’s all I really have to say” she replied.

I walked inside and was welcomed to a pitch-dark room. Okay, were they trying to kill me now? I could easily trip and fall in this place. The lights came on and I covered my eyes so I wouldn’t be blinded.

“Welcome to Andrea Fluharty’s 22nd birthday celebration!” exclaimed a voice over an intercom. I looked around, realizing I was in the center of a room, surrounded by my family members and close friends.

There was a chair in front of me. I slowly sat down, smiling sheepishly.

“Whoa! Go Andie!” Davey and Alex yelled from somewhere in the room. “And now, here’s your host, Paris Beaunet!” I turned around and saw Paris in a striking green dress. I almost had the wind knocked out of me from gazing at her.

I then realized the theme here. My red shirt. Her green dress. Christmas colors. Goddamn it. She smiled at me as everyone applauded.

“Happy birthday baby! Were you surprised?” she asked, a microphone in her hand. I glared at her and she giggled. “Yeah. Yeah, I guess I was. What is all this?” I asked, motioning around the room.

“Well, your mother told me that you weren’t really into birthday parties and that you didn’t celebrate your birthday anymore. And we just can’t have that, now can we?” she said to the audience.

They shouted “No!” as I relaxed against my chair. “So, I’ve decided to take your 22nd birthday into my own hands. With help from your mother and Davey, obviously. I’ve put together a show about your past twenty-two years. I hope your impressed,” she said, walking over to sit on my lap.

“After all, I did this all for you,” she whispered huskily. She climbed off my lap and I tried to hide the blush that was on my face. The room grew dark once more as a screen dropped from the ceiling.

“Antony, look who this is. Who is this? Who is it, Tony?” I looked at the screen and saw four- year- old Antony holding myself, as an infant, in his arms. I could tell Dad was holding the camera by the sound of his voice.

“It’s Andrea, daddy,” he answered childish. Everyone awed and I looked around in the audience for my brother. I spotted him as he smiled at me.

“Yeah, that sure is Andrea. Are you gonna take good care of her?” my father asked. Antony nodded and looked down at me in his arms. “She’s my sister. Of course I am,” he said.

Paris squeezed my hand and a small smile came across my face. “Okay, this is going to be epic. Andie, stand right there alright? I’ll go get my bike and we’re gonna totally jumped this pool!” Everyone started laughing and I instantly realized which tape this was.

I heard Davey groan as I laughed harder. “I was nine! Give me a break,” he yelled. “Even I knew this was a dumb idea, Davey,” I yelled back. I looked back at the screen and saw nine- year-old me watching Davey as he grabbed his bike.

“Um Davey, yeah. I don’t think this is a good idea,” I said nervously. “Relax. I’ve got this,” he said proudly. He took off on his bike toward the ramp. He hit it and fell right inside the pool with a splash.

Paris burst into laughter as well as everyone else. Davey crawled out the pool and laid on the grass as I laughed on the lawn. “I can’t believe you did that! Aww man, you’re an idiot,” I chuckled. Davey growled and ran after me as the scene changed.

I was laying on a bench sleep and I could tell Alex had the camera by the way his voice sounded. “That’s my sister, Andie. She’s four years older than me and she’s sleeping right now. Should we wake her up? I think we should,” he said.

Alex started laughing and I glared at him. “I know you remember this,” he said. Back on the screen, Alex had climbed on top of his bunk bed, looking back at the camera.

“This, is going to be something to remember for all time,” he said slyly. Paris smiled at me and looked at the screen. “ANDIE!” he yelled. I jumped off of the bench and sure enough, Alex jumped on my back as we fell to the floor with a crash.

“ALEX!” I growled, tossing him off of me. Everyone in the audience laughed again as I looked away in slight embarrassment. “Andie, Alex. What was that noise?” my mom called from the other room.

We both looked at the camera and smirked. “Nothing” we said slyly. My mother looked at us as we shrugged. She shook her head before turning back to the screen.

What showed next surprised me. “Come here, come here. Don’t be shy. I don’t bite. I just wanna ask you a question,” said fourteen-year-old Ashley. “Can’t I turn the camera off first?” I groaned. “No” she shot back, pulling my arm and dragging me into the camera’s view.

Paris laughed, pointing at the screen when she saw fourteen-year old me. “Look at you! Your hair was a lot longer back then,” she chuckled. I scoffed. “That’s because mom wouldn’t let me cut it,” I said in annoyance.

“Okay, so Andie here thinks I should go to the 10th grade dance with Mike, but I think I should go with her. What do you think Davey?” Ashley asked, staring at the camera.

Fourteen-year old me was shaking her head ‘no’ behind Ashley but stopped, smiling when she turned around. “Uh…I think…um,” Davey said nervously from behind the camera.

I was pointing at Ashley and made a heart with my hands. “I think um…you should definitely go with Mike!” he exclaimed. I sighed and Ashley pouted. “Really? Well, I looks like I’ll be going alone” she said, walking out of view of the camera.

My jaw dropped on the screen and I heard Davey snicker. “What? But he said to go with Mike! Ashley! Come back! Ashley!” I yelled after her. The scene changed as I looked over at Paris. Her eyes were still on the screen and I smiled at her.

“Graduation day. Today is the last time I’ll be in Cali for four years. Hard times, I know. I just wanna say that mom if you find this video. I love you and thanks for everything that you did for me growing up. Davey, wow. Where do I begin? Davey, you’re my best friend and I wish nothing but the best for you in the future. I hope I see you again someday and you, Ashley, you are the love of my life. I just wish I wasn’t so afraid to fight for you. Well, I’ve gotta go now and get my diploma. Bye” said the eighteen-year- old me, dressed in my high school robes.

The audience awed again and Paris squeezed my hand. I leaned over and whispered, “I love you" in her ear. She smiled sweetly before kissing me.

“I guess what I’m saying is, I wanna know you. I wanna ask you more questions and I want to be there beside you. I want you to tease me and I want you to constantly throw yourself at me. I want to spoon you in my bed and enjoy the warmth you give me at night, and I want to know more about your past. I want to know everything about. Paris Beaunet, I love you. I love you more than I have ever loved anyone else. So please, tell me you love me back."

I laughed and looked around the room. “Okay, who videotaped that?” I asked. Liz raised her hand, smiling at me.

“What? It was a touching moment,” she replied in her defense. The screen showed a few pictures that had been taking a few years ago and then the words “Pandie” showed up on the screen.

Everybody laughed as Paris and I eyed one another, smiling. There were numerous pictures of us but our favorite one was last. The picture taken right after our interview when I was smiling into Paris’s kiss.

The lights came back on and Paris stood up. “I guess all that’s left is to sing happy birthday to you. So, here to sing to you is Beyonce Knowles!” she exclaimed. My jaw dropped as I looked around for Beyonce.

Paris laughed and I glared at her. “Okay. There’s no Beyonce but I’m sure your friends and family will do just fine,” she said. They started to sing ‘happy birthday’ to me and I stood up, looking around shyly.

Paris handed me the mic when Davey, Alex, and Antony started chanting “speech."

“I really don’t know what to say. This all started because of you, mom and dad. You gave birth to me. In all honest, this is the best birthday I’ve had in a while. Thank you, Paris. You know, you are the love of my life. You, are simply put…the sweetest dream I have ever dreamt and the softest song I have ever sang,” I said sweetly.

“Hey! Those are my words!” Dad yelled. Everyone laughed and Paris smiled at me. “Well, yeah but I need to borrow them!” I yelled back. Paris looked into my eyes and bent her finger toward her.

“Come here,” she said, smirking at me. I walked over as she pulled me into a kiss. Lights went off around us and I pulled her closer to me. “You know, these pictures are going to be everywhere in the next-”

“Two to five hours, yeah. I know the drill,” I interrupted, claiming her lips again as she smiled.


We sat around, eating cake as people congratulated. Some of them left on their way home. “Paris!” We turned around as Sarah approached us with Damien right behind her.

I smiled at him and he smirked back. “What you did for Andie was so sweet! How did you think of that?” Sarah exclaimed. Paris just shrugged. “I don’t know. It kind of just hit me,” she said, winking at me.

Damien looked over at me and nodded toward the wall. I followed him in confusion and we walked away from the crowd. “I’m guessing you know about Paris’s past now right?” he asked.

I shook my head. “Not all of it, but I’m hoping that she’ll open up to me more about it” I replied. “Good, good because I just wanted you to know that my agent wants her to act in a movie with me next year” he said. I smiled. “Damien, that’s great!” I exclaimed.

He shook his head. “The role she would be playing would be kind of…edgy. I wanted to talk to you about it first. I don’t want her to have nightmares again or anything,” he said in concern.

I arched my eyebrows at him. “Damien, why do you know so much about Paris?” I asked. He sighed and looked back over at his fiancée and Paris talking. “Because she’s my half sister,” he replied.

My eyes widened as I looked between him and Paris. Something tells me that things just got a little more interesting.

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