Joining Up the Dots

Chapter Fifty-One

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“WAKE UP!” Nika screamed, causing Maddy to roll over, using her pillow to cover her head.

“No,” was all the muffled response that Nika received.

“But it’s your birthday!” she shouted, pulling the pillow out from under Maddy’s head, prompting her to curl into a tighter ball.

“So, you should let me sleep.”

“I refuse to let you waste your first day of being twenty!”

“Fine,” Maddy replied, rolling over to see Nika holding a cupcake in her hand, the lit candle on top of it melting dangerously close to the hot pink frosting.

“Make a wish!” Nika said, holding it out to Maddy. Maddy just laughed, closing her eyes and wishing for the same thing she wished for every year, before blowing out the candle, and taking the cupcake from Nika’s hand.

“Thanks.”

“No problem,” Nika responded, checking her phone. “Harry’s gonna be here in like thirty minutes.”

“Wait, what? It’s like 8 o’clock...”

“None of us can wait for you to see your present,” Nika laughed. “It’s absolutely perfect!”

“Better than this cupcake, I hope,” Maddy laughed at the cupcake, the frosting now oozing onto her hand.

“Hey! Carly, Harry and I worked like, really hard on those. That was like the best of them all.” Maddy just laughed before finishing it and going to wash her hands.

Maddy walked back into the room from her shower to see Nika sitting cross-legged with her phone pressed to her ear.

“It looks good?....Great, okay, awesome! Wait - shut up, she’s here,” she said, noticing Maddy’s presence and hanging up the phone.

“Harry?” Maddy asked.

“Yeah, he’s like fifteen minutes away.”

“Okay, okay, what should I wear? I don’t even know what we’re doing.”

“Just wear whatever, it doesn’t matter.”

“But what if he - “

“It’s Harry, do you think he really cares?”

“Fine, whatever,” she laughed, deciding on a pair of black jeans, and a black tank top with “Pink Floyd” scrawled on it in large letters, before slipping on her Vans and a flannel, and choosing to leave her hair down, solely because she couldn’t find a hair tie. Her phone rang and she saw that it was Harry before answering.

“Morning,” he said.

“Morning.” She smiled, trying and failing to mask her excitement.

“You ready to see your present?” he teased.

“Yes!” she squealed.

“Then come downstairs.” She quickly hung up, looked at Nika, and squealed again, running out the door. As she made her way down the stairs, she thought about what her present could possibly be. She usually didn’t care about presents this much, but from how much everybody had been talking about it, she just couldn’t help but be excited. As she rounded the corner and the parking lot came into view, though, she immediately stopped, because there Harry was, with a pair of sunglasses on the bridge of his perfect nose, with his hair perfectly quiffed, in a red flannel with black jeans, and there behind him was her perfect car, the one that she had bought, the one that had broken down, the one that she never thought would see the road again, with a perfect coat of gleaming green paint and a racing stripe, standing in the perfect lot like it had never broken down, and the sky was a perfect gray blue, and the way Harry’s lips curved up on one side to smile at her was perfect. And even though she probably looked crazy standing in a parking lot a few yards away from her boyfriend as a few tears slipped down her cheeks, she had never felt more perfect.