Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday dear Jolie,
Happy birthday to you...”
While my mum and dad sing to me, I’m chewing on my nails. It’s because I hate it. People singing to me, makes me feel uncomfortable.
I know they mean well, but seriously, just give me my card so I can get outta here.
The bonus; is I do get my card, there’s always money in it. That’s always a plus for birthdays.
“Thanks, guys. That’s great. Um, is it okay to go out? I know we normally spend the day together, but Kara wants to meet up in town.
We’ll do a little shopping, and then maybe hit the cinema.”
I watch as their smiles falter. It makes me feel bad, but we’ve already made our plans. Besides, my parents have already had sixteen birthdays with me so far. So one won’t kill them surely, right?
“Oh”, is all my mum says. All the while my dad just tilts his head. It’s like my “question” was in a totally new language.
“Sorry, I kinda made plans with her. You guys don’t mind though, right? I mean, we can do something later. It’s just, we kinda want to go out and shop.”
While I wait for them to say something, I end up chewing my nails again. My mother tells me off about it like, all the time. Apparently, I’ll end up with “boy-fingers”. Yeah, she’s nuts.
“Well, I guess it is okay. We planned to watch your old baby videos and maybe look through a few old photos too. We-“
Before she can say any more guilting words, I’m up and out of my seat. I also thank them before they can change their minds. I know they mean well, but come on.
I’ve already watched those videos, and those “photos” like a million times. I cannot look through them again. Trust me; they aren’t all that special anyway.
While I thank them, I gave them big hugs. Then, as soon as I tell them, “I won’t be late” I’m outta there.
When I finally make it to the town centre, I head to the music store. I’m still a little early so I thought I’d check out their selections, old school being my favourites.
I just love the seventies and eighties stuff, I know they’re way out of my era, but they’re just so funky. I love a bit of rock too, only my parents think I’m too innocent for that kind of music. I still listen to it though, just not around them.
You see; my parents are pretty strict. They don’t allow me to do much. Well, not without their say-so anyway.
They’re pretty much church lovers, so everything “bad” is a sin. I have to stay clear of it... that’s including boys.
Yet, theirs a boy I’m having trouble actually looking away from. He’s standing by the register, looking like sin.
Oh lord, please have mercy. He’s beautiful, and also out of my league too. Believe me, he looks like “the popular boy”.
You know the ones right? All the girls swoon over him, but he only has eyes for the popular girl. It’s the one who us “mere mortals” have no luck of getting even a sniff, of his cologne.
After sighing at the sight of him, I turn back to the CDs in front of me. I can’t decide what I want; the eighties remix or a bit of Wham?
Yeah, since George passed away, I’m fascinated with his music. I just have to hear more.
“I’d go with Wham. It’s got pretty decent remixes on it.”
My head snaps up when I hear a smooth male voice, wash over my neck. Only when I turn my head and my eyes meet his, my stomach dances while my hands tremble.
It’s him, the godlike creature. He’s standing behind me, just off to my left. He’s so close I can actually smell him. Yep, this “mere mortal” is getting a good whiff of him.
Lord, he smells so good.
Oh, seriously? That’s all I’ve got? Come on, woman, you’re better than this.
“Y-yeah, I’ve heard good things about it. Though, I’m kinda wondering why you’d like it?
You don’t look like, the ‘Wham’ kind of boy.”
My face flames, only because he’s not really a boy. No, I think he’s not much older than me... But he’s defiantly not a “boy” not with the way he’s looking at me anyway.
“Are you kidding? I love this stuff, the eighties and nineties killed it. Personally, I can’t stand all this ‘thumping’ crap. Old school is definitely the way to go.”
I end up smiling while I ask what he thinks of the seventies era. He tilts his head, obviously thinking about it.
“Hmm... well I guess it’s not bad either. They had some good stuff.
Why do you ask, is that what you’re into?”
I end up nodding my head, while my face flushed again.
I hope he won’t make fun of me for liking it? Of course, he doesn’t. He just smiled while telling me, I have good taste.
Oh boy. That smile though. Jesus, it’s so beautiful, I actually swoon a little.
Moments later, I’m feeling my phone vibrate in my bag.
“Sorry,” I tell him, not wanting to be rude.
“It’s okay. I’ll leave you to it. My boss is kinda giving me, the evils anyway.
I hope I’ll get to see you, at my cash register.”
He ends that, with another smile. Only this time, he also blushed.
Damn, my stomach’s going crazy.
*Hey, I’m outside, where are you?*
It’s Kara, my friend. You know, the one I came here to meet. Naturally, I respond and tell her where I am. Only before I text her *I’m on my way*, I take one last look at that boy. The same boy, with amazing blue eyes and dark blond hair.
Oh boy, he is beautiful. I so want to go to his register. I’d like to know his name, too. Only, my parents wouldn’t approve. Believe me; no doubt they’d see what I see too. He’s defiantly not, the settling down type. I know this because he’s chatting away to another girl, one who’s a lot prettier than me.
Oh well, he smelled nice anyway. At least that’s something I can keep to my memory.
“Bloody hell, woman! Take forever why don’t you. I’m starving here, so I need cake.
Did you bring it?”
Kara asked while handing over my birthday card. Her other hands making a ‘grabby’ gesture. It’s like she’s five years old, jumping excitedly.
“Wow, not even a happy birthday first. Love you too, friend.
Now I know you’re only using me for my dad’s baking skills, aren’t you?”
I say before chuckling.
Yet as I pull out her cake from my bag, she points out that, “it’s not his baking skills I like.” Then ends that with a cheeky wink, making me pretend to gag.
“Too far woman... just too far.
Please, don’t make me puke on my birthday. It’s really not a good idea, especially with boys hanging around.”
Now she’s turning her head, looking for those boys. There isn’t any, but you never know. I mean, that boy in the music store could be watching. Yeah, that’s me, wishful thinking again.
“There better be some boys around. I’m sick of being single now. Hell, I think I have a few cobwebs. I.”
Before she can finish that sentence, I’m shushing her. I also tell her, to “behave” only she just laughs after calling me a “prude”. No, she’s not a virgin; she lost that last year.
My God, my parents would go crazy with that one.
Sadly, my parents aren’t big fans of hers either. They kinda think she’s a bad influence on me. Only, I kinda think we’re pretty similar; minus the virginity of course. Oh and not forgetting, her dirty mouth. Other than that, we pretty much like the same things...
We don’t, however, have the same tastes in boys.
She goes for the geeks, the proper bookworm kind. Whereas for me, I go for the ones that are out of my league, like music boy back there.
Yep, I’ve still to feel a set of tender lips, press against my own.
I know it’s sad really, but my parents told me I need to wait for the right time. Lord knows when that’ll be? I mean, I’m slowly losing the will now. I’m now seventeen years old, and I’ve still to get my first kiss. Hell, even a boyfriend.
“Oh, I have news. My dad’s returning home from the army, and he said it’s for good this time.
Oh, Jolie, I’ve missed him so much.
The last time he came home, literally feels like a lifetime ago.”
“Wow, no way? That’s great news, sweets. I’m so pleased for you.
So, do you know when he’ll be back?”
While she fills me in on the ‘when’ we walk towards McDonald’s. By the time she’d finished, she’s practically dancing with joy. I don’t blame her though. Purely because, he’s been away for a few years now.
Sadly for them, he only returns once in a blue moon... I tell you, as much as I love my parents, I wish they’d go away more.
Don’t get me wrong, I really do love them. Of course, I do. It’s just, they kinda smother me with all their “righteousness”.
“Don’t do this, don’t do that”
“Stay away from the devil.”
Yeah, they didn’t really say that last part, but they might as well have. They kinda stop me from doing anything bad. Heck, especially anything that’s classed as a sin.
I hate it. I hate getting told what to do, or in my case ‘not’ to do.
I’m kinda a free spirit, and they’re kinda strangling me with their rules. You’d think I’d be pretty used to the “Christian ways” by now. I guess I am. I’ve just never really liked it.
Unfortunately for me, they forced it on me. They force me to church, every Sunday I’m dressed to go.
However, if I had my own way, I’d only go at Christmas and Easter. You know, the important dates with the man upstairs. Yet preferably, I’d rather not go at all. I talk to him in my own way. I don’t need to sit in a stuffy church. I don’t like sitting next to Mrs Olivia. She’s nice and all, but her perfumes make me ill. I swear, it’s like she popped the old and poured the stuff on.
Anyway, while Kara’s dancing around she’s telling me, he’ll be here soon. Her mother left her, to pick him up from the train station.
“What, wait? Wait, why aren’t you with them?”
She smiled while reminding me, it’s my birthday.
“I couldn’t back out, sweets. You’re my bestie. I couldn’t possibly let you spend the day with your, overprotective parents now could I?
Besides, my parents will be here soon.
Mum’s picking up a new TV, one she’d ordered weeks ago. The shocking part though, it’s for my dad’s garage. He spends most of his time working on old cars, so she’s surprising him with it.
Personally, I think she’s just ‘sweetening’ him up. She’s preparing to break it to him, she’s working night-shifts at the hospital.
She’d only taken them on because he’s away a lot, and it ‘apparently’ helps her to focus. I’ve no clue what that’s on, but I’m good with it.
I’ve kept myself entertained with sneaking Jessie in. Oh boy, that man has an amazing set of abs.”
While she’s telling me about his muscles, my mind is wandering off. I’m thinking of that boy again, wondering if he has a good body.
He looked like he did. Only, he had a grey hoody on, so I couldn’t tell you if he had abs or not.
Although his shoulders were pretty broad, and his waist looked narrow. So I could see he takes care of himself.
Damn, I should go back there soon. Maybe he’ll talk to me again. Hell, even that would be the highlight of my year. Trust me, my life is pretty boring. Well, aside from when I’m with Kara.
We’d only recently become good friends, but clicked over winding up our mutual-friend.
Nationally, I’ve met her mother. She’s nice but, poor Kara hardly ever sees her.
Luckily for her though, she’s in college now. Yeah, learning how to be a hairstylist.
She asked to practice on me, but there’s no way; not yet anyway. I love her to bits but, I’ll wait until she’s got her skills down first. I like my long wavy blond hair, just fine the way it is.
Although, I’ve always liked the idea of having it chopped off and dyed black. I kinda love the ‘Ruby Rose’ look. I’m totally girl crushing on her. She has blue eyes too, just like mine. So, I know I’d probably suit it... I just need to convince my parents to “let go” of a few strings.
Not long after Kara filled me in, we turn around when we hear someone call her name.
I take a few seconds to focus on what’s happening, but I’m hearing Kara gasp. Then I watch on as she jumps into who I’m assuming, are her dad’s open arms.
Oh my lord, he’s there in his uniform too. Holy mother, he looks hot as hell in it... You know when the ladies say that “men look good in uniforms”. I never used to believe it, but seeing him... Oh boy, Mrs Taylor is one lucky woman.
He has dark hair, but it’s a little wavy on the top. I can tell it’s a natural curl.
His eyes are dark, I’d need to get a little closer to see what colour they actually are, but I’m kinda glued to the floor.
I’m not sure if it’s because he’s hot, or I’m giving them space to greet each other. Yet, I’m kinda stuck. I can feel my hands shaking, just with his manly presence.
Holy crap, what the hell? Okay Jolie, get it together. Stop drooling over your best friend’s dad! For god’s sake!
“Earth, to Jolie,” Kara says, snapping me out of it.
I end up shaking my head. I’m trying to clear it, but it’s more so when she asked if I’m okay.
“Um... Yeah, sorry, I guess I’m feeling a little light-headed. Sorry, lack of food. I guess.”
I can feel my face burn with getting caught out, with drooling over her dad.
“Ah, well it’s a good job I’m here. Isn’t it? Come on; I’ll treat you both to a burger.
Your mothers off on a little wonder, so I’m left to my own devices.”
I’m still staring at him. I can’t help it. I’m completely mesmerised with how gorgeous he is.
Damn, talk about hot flushes. This man should strip for a living... Preferably for me.
Oh boy, if only he wasn’t for the married part and his daughter wasn’t my best friend. Oh, and if he was my age too. I would so... Well no, I probably wouldn’t do anything. Though, crazily, I can imagine myself all over him.
Damn it! What is wrong with my brain? Hormones, it’s got to be my “adult hormones” kicking in.
Crap! I seriously need to find a boyfriend. Or I’ll just become, a nun? You know, like my parents always wanted for me?
Seriously, just the thought of never experiencing a man’s touch, doesn’t sit well.
One thing that’s making my insides confirm that thought; is how he looked at me. You know, when he told us ‘he’s left to his own devices’.
Embarrassingly, I end up blushing again too.
I also cannot speak, so I carry on with my silence... Unfortunately, all-throughout our lunch too.
Of course, it didn’t help my “situation” when he sat next to me... I’m serious, I felt his leg touch mine. The moment I felt it, it sent a crap-load of tingles rushing over my body.
I knew he felt it when I jumped, but still, he stayed like that until we left.
To be fair though, the booth was kinda small. So, I’m guessing he only had a little room to move.
Still, with feeling his touch, I couldn’t eat much of my food. My stomach was in bits.
What’s worse was how Kara left me, for the bathrooms. She actually left me alone, with him.
“So, Jolie, what does it feel like? You know, turning seventeen.”
Again, I end up blushing when his cool breath caressed my arm. Feeling it, caused me to shiver too.
“It, it kinda just feels the same if I’m honest. I guess time will tell though, you know, since it’s my first time. Day! It’s my first day, of being seventeen.”
Lord, that’s doesn’t make me sound like a freak or anything does it? Damn it, get it together Jo!
He grinned while telling me; “I guess so”. While she said it, he moved his thigh again. Once again, making me tremble with heat.
He cleared his throat, bringing my eyes away from his thigh. Seconds after living my head, I’m met with his amazing, dark green eyes.
“You look older though, you don’t look seventeen. I’m guessing, you’re more mature too?
Your boyfriend’s a lucky guy to have, a sexy beauty like you on his arms.”
Holy crap! Did he just say that? He’s winding me up, right?
“N-no, there’s no boyfriend.”
I’m stuttering now, and it’s making my face burn! Damn it, I’m bloody stuttering!
“Oh, well I wasn’t expecting that at all.
You’re a beautiful woman, Jolie. If only I wasn’t married, I’d-“
“O.M.G, those toilets need a match set to them.
Jesus, I feel sick. I dread to think about their ‘food’ hygiene.”
Kara says while she sits across from us.
Sadly, I’m forcing myself to pull my eyes away from her dads.
Damn it, Kara... If she’d stayed away just a little longer, I’d of heard the end of that sentence.
“Oh, I forgot to tell you. Mum said you can stay over tonight. We’ll celebrate your birthday and maybe have a movie night.”
Her Dad cleared his throat before telling her, “it sounds like fun”. Yet, I wouldn’t have called it that though, especially with him being there too.
Shit, I’ll end up starving myself. Seriously, the man had my stomach in bits. It’s when he says this though; I feel his fingers brush against my bare thigh. Naturally, I jump a little, but I hide it with a cough.
Surely, he didn’t mean to do it? Yeah, it was just an accident... right?
“I um, Kara, I’ll clear it with my parents first. You know what they’re like.”
She nods her head, telling me “we’ll do it after we’ve finished our shopping”.
“Don’t worry girls; I’m sure they won’t mind. Just let me talk to them. Trust me, I’ll assure them she’ll be safe with us.”
Oh, shit. Oh hell! I swear, I’m going to hell. I’m completely lusting over my friend’s dad, one who’s probably double my age.
This is bad; this is really bad.
Eventually, her mother joined us, and I end up pushing Kara’s leg. I’m silently telling her “we should go”.
I cannot sit here while lusting after her husband. Hell, especially while she sits there too. No way could I do that. Shit! It’s bad enough his daughter’s here, never mind his bloody wife.
She’s bound to pick up on it if I stayed any longer.
Before I stand, I made sure my backsides covered. You know, since I’m wearing a skirt.
Yeah, flashing him won’t do my “embarrassment” any favours.
No, I wasn’t wearing a skirt when I left home. Oh god no, my parents would kill me. So, I changed in the ladies at the bus station.
“Oh, Jolie, don’t forget your card.”
Mr Taylor says after picking it up from our table. Only when I reach out to take it, my hands tremble. Its when my fingers brush with his, I feel those tingles.
“See you tonight, darling.”