Happy birthday to me, Cobie sings to himself. It's four in the morning and Cobie was sitting on the grass at the back of the pack house. He had laid a blanket on the ground, to keep the damp grass from touching his bum. He has on a pair of jeans and a neon blue jumper, his hair was styled into his normal fringe and resting on his eyelids. He really needs a haircut.
Just like every year, Cobie's phone rang when it was four thirty. He stared at the phone as it buzzes once. It was a restricted number so he had to be cautious. The phone rings again and cuts off, it does this one more time and Cobie smiled. The next time it rang, he picks it.
"Hey C."
"Someone's getting old."
Cobie laughed, his head falling back so he could stare at the sky. "I don't feel any different."
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