Phoebe

     "Happy birthday to you,          Happy birthday to you,          Happy birthday dear phoebe,          Happy birthday to you"       Rings through the air as I wait to blow out the eighteen candles that cover the top of the extravagant birthday cake that my father purchased for this special day. Scanning the room quickly I let out a sigh of disappointment when my eyes fail to catch sight of my older brother, Theodore. My attention is diverted back to the cake when I hear my mother’s angelic voice urging me to make a wish and blow out my candles. Unfortunately, the next half hour flies by in a blur and before I know it, it is time to open the mountainous pile of presents that currently reside on the floor in front of the massive wall of windows in the family room. By the end of the night, I have over one hundred gifts that I do not need and will probably never be used. Most of them will probably be donated to charity if I have my way. No number of expensive gifts will ever diminish the heart wrenching disappointment lingering inside me as a result of my only brother not showing up. As the party begins to win down for the night and guests migrate towards the front door, I begin to make my way towards the grand staircase. Sighing as I glance at the door one more time, I start my ascent of the stairs. Running my hand along the smooth surface of the railing I am stopped in my tracks by a ever so familiar voice floating through the air.               "Happy birthday bug."               "Teddy!" I yell wrapping my arms around him in the tightest embrace I can manage.               "I am so Sorry I missed your party." He whispers into my hair while holding me tightly in his arms.               "Well, you better have an amazing present to make up for your absence." I say while attempting to pout, which fails miserably and I'm left smiling like a total i***t.         Teddy releases me from his embrace and places a white envelope in my hand smirking as I turn it over multiple times before shooting him a quizzical glance.               "Don't just stare at me open it." He says as he pokes my stomach.        Slowly breaking the seal with my index finger, I pull out a small stack of what looks to be tickets. Shooting Teddy yet another questioning glance I begin to turn the stack over and My eyes go wide as I realize what I am holding in my hands. The first thing to leave my mouth is a deafening high-pitched squeal that is followed by me leaping into his arms and squishing him with as much force as I can.              "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" I continue to squeal as I attempt squeeze the life out of my brother.               "What is all the yelling for?" My dad says as he rushes to the stairs with my mom right on his heels.                 "Teddy got me a gold pass to the Convention I wanted to go to. Plus, a meet and greet and a bunch of autograph tickets!" I squeal again as I jump out of teddy’s arms.                " I told her she couldn't go to that Theodore." My father scolds.                 "Dad, it's not a big deal. You know how much she loves that show. You see how happy she is so Just let her go and I will make sure there is enough security watching over her." Teddy replies.       As teddy and dad get into a yelling match, I roll my eyes and turn to mom to gush over the fact that I get to meet my favorite actors. She smiles and me and chuckles lightly as she listens to me loosing my damn mind. Unlike dad she has no problem with me going and I know she will calm him down later tonight. I break out of my word vomit of excitement when she places her hand on my shoulder. This allows me to realize that the arguing has stopped, and all eyes are on me. My cheeks heat up and undoubtably turn red with embarrassment. Wanting to hide my face I say a quick goodnight and launch myself up the stairs.          Once in my bedroom I collapse onto my bed sighing contently and imagining what it will be like to meet my heroes. As soon as I finish my little daydreaming session, I giddily skip to my on-suit bathroom to shower. Turning my little waterproof radio on to my favorite station I climb in and get to work washing my hair and shaving what needs it and after a few mini dance break sessions I climb out and wrap a fluffy rose-pink towel around my body. feeling nicely refreshed and happy with the news that I'll be meeting my idols I can't help but dive into my bed and log into my favorite reading app so I can read the latest fan- fiction that has caught my attention. after what only felt like minutes of reading have past, I roll over to look at my clock. “s**t” I mumble to myself when I see that is it three in the morning. Instantly I close out of the app and plug my phone into the charger. Once I have confirmed that my phone is indeed charging, I roll over and close my eyes in hopes of dreaming about the hotness of my favorite actors. ……….                The smell of blueberry pancakes and bacon wakes me from my peaceful slumber. Giving my body a good stretch, I sit up and check the time to find it is only eight-thirty in the morning. Groaning, I slide out of bed and over to my dresser to grab a pair of black leggings and an oversized t-shirt. Quickly changing I throw my long honey blonde hair into a messy bun. Finally, I give myself a once over in the mirror before strolling out of my bedroom. Once Downstairs in the kitchen I find my dad sitting at the island with a cup of coffee and working on his Mac.                  "Morning daddy." I say while wrapping my arms around his neck.                  "Morning bug." He replies without taking his eyes off his laptop.                   "Morning Gail." I say as I take a seat on the stool next to my dad.                   "Good morning phoebe. Blueberry pancakes and bacon okay for you?" She asks politely.                  "Yes please!" I say giggling excitedly. Shortly after my arrival in the kitchen mom makes an appearance. She kisses me on the forehead before giving dad a quick kiss on the lips, which I gagged at. She sits down on the other side of dad to wait for breakfast to be finished. The pancakes Gail made us are delicious as always and I can't help but devour them in a matter of minutes. Dad shakes his head at me while mom laughs grabbing a napkin and wiping the blueberry chunk stuck to my face off. Laughing at myself I grab another two pieces of bacon and drench them in maple syrup. Dad once again shakes his but this time it's at he the amount of syrup I use.            After Finishing up breakfast everyone  goes their separate ways to get ready to head out for the day. Dad has to go into work for a little bit and mom has the day off, so she is going out with aunt Kate and aunt Mia for a girl’s day. She asked me if I'd like to go with them, but I declined because I'm not in the mood for aunt Mia's third degree about why I do not have a boyfriend. Which as far as I'm concerned is none of her business. As soon as everyone is out the door, I take my rightful spot on the sofa and turn on Netflix and begin searching for my favorite show. After three episodes I decide to turn it off and head downstairs to the gym in the basement. Pulling off my oversized t-shirt leaves in my leggings and a sports bra which exposes my perfectly toned torso that I've worked so hard to achieve. Stretching briefly, I quickly get to work on the punching bag hung in the corner of the room. Once finished with that I head to the tread mill and spend a good hour running.             With my workout complete I head up to my bedroom for a much-needed shower. As always, I turn up my music so I can on sing along. Once showered I begin to apply my makeup to the best of my ability and do my hair. Tonight, I am going to a party that my friend is throwing for me and my parents no nothing about it. If they knew I definitely would not be allowed to attend. I check over my work one last time before heading to the kitchen for dinner. During dinner mom and dad do question why I'm wearing makeup and I just tell them I wanted to practice since I'm not very good at it. Satisfied with my answer we eat the rest of our dinner in peace. However, once dinner is finished the wait for my parents to fall asleep begins. During my wait I search my closet for the perfect outfit. I try on outfit after outfit before deciding on a black crop top and a pair of white high waisted super skinny jeans that hug me in all the right places. Grabbing my favorite pair of heeled back booties, I head back into my room and jump into bed covering myself up. As soon as I'm covered up, I hear a knock on my door and notice my dad peaking in to see if I'm awake. He doesn't seem to notice that I am indeed awake, and he quietly closes the door.               Around ten-thirty I am fairly certain that they are asleep, and I make my way to my window. Reaching into the chest below my window I pull out the rope ladder I bought for occasions like this. Then I begin opening the window slowly before attaching the rope ladder and giving it a good tug to make sure it's secure. I slowly begin to make my decent Down to the ground. The walk to the party is fairly short and when I arrive, I am greeted by my best friend Maddison who leads me through the entrance to her parents’ mansion. The music is so loud I can barely hear myself think and I turn towards my best friend to complain and quickly realize she has disappeared into the crowd. Sighing I head to the kitchen and quickly grab a black cherry mikes hard lemonade out of the fridge. Twisting the top off I take a sip humming at the satisfying taste. Leaning against the counter I take in my surroundings and notice a couple or what appears to be a couple sloppily making out it the corner. Grunting in disgust I turn my attention to my best friend dancing aimlessly across her living room.            "Hey there cutie." An unfamiliar voice causes me to jump slightly.           " Hi." I turn to see an insanely attractive boy next to me.            "My names Max. What's yours?" He asks smirking.            "Phoebe." I reply skeptically getting vibes that this dude only wants one thing.            "You’re the birthday girl, aren't you?" he asks taking a swig of whatever is in his cup.             "Yup." I say popping the p as I take another sip of my drink.             " you’re not much of a conversationalist, are you?"            "Not with guys who are just trying to get into my pants after I've had a couple of drinks." I reply before throwing my empty bottle in the trash and heading to the dance floor to find my best friend.             Spotting her I walk up and begin to dance alongside her getting lost in the music. Out of nowhere a pair of strong hands wrap around my waist and I'm jolted back to reality. Turning around to give this dude a piece of my mind I'm met with a pair of lips connecting with mine. I push the perpetrator away in shock and find Max standing there. Without thinking I slap him hard across the face before grabbing my jacket and heading for the door. I hear Maddison yelling after me as I ignore her and continue to the front door. Before I can grab the knob, I'm stopped by none other than the asshole himself. " What the hell was that for?" He asks pointing to the red mark on his cheek. "It was for kissing me without my permission Dumbass!" I yell not giving a damn who hears us " Wow! You rich ones really are bitches and don't know how to appreciate a nice gesture." He laughs "What the f**k! Just because my father has money doesn't mean I have to allow a scumbag like you to lay your hands on me or kiss me. It is my body and I have a right to say no and be pissed." I seethe. With that I grunt and rip the door open causing Max to stumble. Marching out the door and down the walkway I stopped to take a few breathes. Realizing I'm not going to calm down anytime soon I begin my walk home going as slow as possible. About halfway home I stop and slip my booties off of my aching feet. I decide that it would just be better for me to walk the rest of the way barefoot. When I get home, I am still extremely pissed off and don't think about how I should enter my house. Therefore, I walk straight through the front door coming face to face with a very pissed off father. “s**t!” I Curse under my breath as I prepare myself for the punishment and lecture that's about to come.