Chapter 2 - Happy Birthday
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"Claire dear! Troy came to see you!" I heard aunt Rosaline call me from downstairs.
"Coming Aunt Rosa!" I shouted back. Running my hand on the banister on my way downstairs, I heave a sigh, running my hand through my blonde locks.
"What would you like to drink Troy?" Aunt Rosaline ask politely.
"It's okay aunt Rosa. We're going to Flo's Café anyway. do you want me to buy the groceries on my way back?" I approach Aunt Rosaline and kiss her cheek.
"That will be nice thank you" Aunt Rosaline let out a smile. "Be safe, watch out for passing cars, and-" I cut aunt Rosaline off.
"-and stay away from suspicious looking stranger. Got it" I pull Troy's fat ass from the red couch and haul him outside. Putting on my white converse, and taking my keys with me, I make my way towards Troy's grey Gallardo
"You okay shorty?" Troy ask me, glancing my way occasionally. So that's why he was looking on edge today. It's been one year since Toby's death and one year since the last time I ever love someone as much as I love Toby.
Troy is mine and Toby's childhood friend. We lost touch with Troy when we were ten until the day we receive the letter of Toby's death. Troy contacted me, saying sorry for Toby's death. Troy is the only one who take care of me like Toby would since Toby left. I really am lucky to have Troy as my friend. He's really understanding.
"Not really. No" I tell him truthfully.
"Care to elaborate?" He demanded as we got out of the car and into the café. We make our way to a table next to the window and order.
"It's my birthday tomorrow" I replied grimly. I can see crease forming on his forehead. I sigh rolling my eyes.
"Yes Troy, my dear friend. Thank you for remembering your best friend's birthday" I try to brighten the gloomy air around us.
After placing our order on the wooden table, Troy grab my hand on the desk and rub circles on it with his thumb.
"So what bothers you? You seem gloomy today" He ask. I sigh again. He is a really good friend. He always seems to know me.
"I'm turning seventeen tomorrow" I explained. "In Toby's last will, he wrote that he bought this ring" I pull my necklace from my parka and caress the ring. "He said, he will propose to me once I turn seventeen with this ring" I continue, swallowing the lump in my throat.
Troy's expression turns gloomy. "Claire. We've talked about this. You need to move on. Go out on a date for once in a while" He states calmly.
I put the necklace back in the pocket of my parka and took a sip from my coffee. "Like the one I had with Max?" I asked. "You do know what happened the last time I dated someone right?" I tried to go out and started dating again. Unfortunately, I chose the wrong guy.
I cringe, remembering the one time when Max, groping my breast and trailing his hands down my skirt on our first date. Luckily, Troy saw me with Max and he followed after us. If Troy haven't trying to be such a protective friend, I may have lost my virginity to Max.
"Why don't you have a date with me? I can make you forget about Toby for once in a while" Troy lets out a suggestive wink.
And just like that we spent our evening together cracking lame jokes and lame pick-up lines. At least I'm happy as long as I have Troy and Aunt Rosaline and Uncle Henry with me.
On our way back home, Troy helped me with the grocery bag and drove off. Once I reach the front gate only then that I realized the red Gallardo parked in the open garage.
We have a visitor? At this time of the night?
I reach into my sling bag and pull out my I-Phone Six. It's half past eleven.
I fish out my keys and push open the front door. Once I walk in, I roam my eyes across the living room to find it empty. I shrug and walk in the kitchen, grabbing myself a glass of water.
I open the door to my bedroom and step in, I didn't bother switching on the lights. I put my bag and my necklace on my study desk and make my way to the sofa in the middle of the room.
I switch on my phone to see the clock. 11.59 p.m.
I start the countdown for my seventeenth birthday.
5...
4...
3...
2...
"Happy birthday Ariana" I said quietly to myself. And then my eyes widen. Realizing a deep voice said that at the same time I did.
"Happy birthday Ariana" That voice did not belong to uncle Henry.
What shocked me the most is when I feel the owner of the voice put the necklace with the ring Toby gave me on my neck and clasp it, moving my hair sideways.
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The media is Troy. Trust me when i say i don't know the dude's name. I accidentally found him on pinterest and oh my gosh... He's cute right ?
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