From -1.5's View:

I awaken to the quietest of mornings. The sun shines, and rays of sunlight pour into my room. I generally hate mornings, unless I wake up next to 30, whose usual space in my bed is currently empty. He WAS here, but I guess he left or something (obviously). He used to have a tendency to wake up at 4 AM or so, especially a few months back. He barely does it anymore, and I think it's because he sleeps more peacefully now. He doesn't have to worry about my safety or ever losing me. We stay together, no matter what. Last month, we made a promise to one another, and I intend very much to keep it, no matter what happens.

I sigh and turn over, and look at the calendar on the wall. Today is January 19th. It's my birthday, and it's a day that I happen to dread. I had originally planned on spending today alone, because last year I had been by myself. It's amazing to look back and see what can happen in a year's time.
I hear three gentle knocks on the door, and sit up in my bed. I guess I have to let the day begin, even though I'm nowhere near interested in celebrating.
"Come in." I murmur. The door opens.
"Happy birthday!" he says enthusiastically as he enters the room.
"Thank you." I mumble. 30's happiness for my coming of age makes me scowl a little. I really don't see what the big fuss is.
"Sorry I wasn't here when you woke up." he says. "How'd you sleep?
"I slept well." I say. "Ready for the big day? It's going to be a long trip."
"Yeah, but I'm more concerned with making sure you have a great day." he chuckles. How sweet of him.

He asks me how I'm feeling on my birthday. I just tell him that I'm okay, but cold - hopefully that convinces him to stay here with me. I can't really help it, I just really love him. I mean that more than anything and I don't know what I'd do without him.
30 politely tells me he can't stay right away. He explains that the others are outside having breakfast and doing last minute packing. He says they sent him to come get me. Now, if they were smart, they wouldn't have sent someone that I could very easily distract. He walks over to the window on the other side of the room.
"Every single one of them is out there. Even the new guy."
"Okay, and what time are we leaving again?"
"About 3:30," he smiles. "That's 15:30 in 24 hour time, heheh."
"And... what time is it right now?"
"It's still early, like not even ten."
Suddenly something really wants him. I mean, I think I deserve the right to spend the morning with my boyfriend on my damn birthday. I mean, it's 9 in the morning, and we have hours until we leave. I just want him to come stay in bed with me. And plus, honestly, I think it's really obvious why they sent 30 up here and not like 14 or V or anyone else.
"Oh, come on." I joke. "It's my birthday." I look at him, without another word, but still smiling.
"Fine." he says jokingly and sits on the side of my bed. "1.5, I don't mean to burst your bubble, but you look kind of down. Are you alright?"

Maybe he gets it. I suppose I could elaborate.

"I'm not really a fan of my birthday." I say. "It's not really my thing." He asks me why.
"It reminds of what my life was and still could have been like if I were still alone. I... I remember the first day I woke up. I was all by myself. I just felt so desolate as soon as I realized I was the only one. It was difficult to be alone."
"I-It must have been awful." He looks at the ceiling, frowning.
"But I've tried to put it all aside..." I smile at him and kiss him on the side of the face. "Because later, I found you." I smile at him and he pulls me closer.
"30, I was so happy when I met you. I just… I was elated, and I couldn't believe that I had found someone else. And, you were just so nice, and open and friendly and I couldn't believe it. I thought that maybe by life would change now that you were in it, and it did." I put my arms around him.
"I know what you're saying. I felt something similar when we met. I was really happy, to put it simply." He puts his hand under my arm and onto my back.
"I'm sorry." I say.
"Why are you sorry?" he asks, confused.
"That I made you wait so long for all of this. The words you wanted to hear never came out till a month ago." I put head down.
"Cheer up." He smiles. "As long as they were said, that's what counts - to know you love me."
"I guess so, but I still just feel bad."
He looks me in the eye and smiles.
"When you told me you loved me for the first time, I was so happy that I didn't even know what to do. It didn't matter when or how you said it, as long as you did and you meant it."
"True... and I absolutely did mean it." I smile at him.

It surprises me how much 30 loves me. I don't find myself to be any of the things he describes me as... I'm not perfect like he claims. I'm not as pretty as he says. I doubt my personality is anywhere near as colorful as he describes it. He even says things like 'you're so strong' and 'you'd be a good mom if you ever were', and of course it means a lot but I can't help but feel like I'm not really any of those things. I just face that I'm not really that interesting or anything else he puts me on a pedestal for. But, despite all of this, 30 is still just so sweet. Being complimented by him always feels good. I love him and I trust him more than anyone else. If I didn't, I don't think we'd be where we are now.

He hugs and kisses me for a moment or so.
"I hope you know how much I mean it too." He looks at me with a cheerful smile. "You're the most amazing person I've ever met."
"30..." I have no words. He never fails to make me smile. "You're gonna make me cry…" I utter. He looks at me and places his hands on my shoulders.
"Don't cry." He whispers. "Don't cry." He caresses my cheek. "You're strong, and you're incredible, and... and I could go on forever." He holds me.
"You really think so?"
"I know so." he says. "You reassure me every time I see you."

Before I can reply to him, he kisses me again. In the kisses that he gives, there is a kind of really hard, intense passion and love that I can't even explain. But whenever we kiss each other I feel it. It's just this feeling. It's like... electricity. It feels like he puts his whole life into this, as if it were the last time we're ever going to do see each other. It is very hard to find words for such a feeling. Whatever it is, it is absolutely wonderful and very powerful.
I get caught up in his behavior, closing my eyes and enjoying the company of such a loving person. Maybe this day isn't so bad. I'd ponder on it longer, but I don't really want to think about it right now - I just want to think about how my life is changed and how happy I am now. My brain is too engulfed in feeling ecstatic and satisfied anyways. I can barely concentrate with him so close to me. I feel everything around me deepen as I keep my eyes shut, but still feel his face touching mine. I hear our breathing, and my heart beating, but nothing else. I only am registering him and I and nothing else. But, before long, I feel my shoulder bones and the back of my head press into the cozy sheets of my bed.

From Doctor H's view:

Ugh, I'm exhausted.
It's too cold outside, I hate the weather, and I'm just about fed up with stuffing all of my things into a suitcase. Plus, I'm stuck sitting with to someone who basically ruined the future in which I hoped for... or maybe he just threw it off track. Things are changing with the others. I don't feel so mean anymore. Doctor S is treating me different, mostly because I think I'm doing the same for him. I'm just about sure that he still cares about me, in THAT way, and I'm okay with that (because I think I'm feeling the same about him, but I'm not sure yet.)

"So how have you been, babycakes?" Doctor G asks me in an overly flirtatious voice.

I see Doctor S scowl (See what I mean?). He's standing by the car, but he's definitely eyeing him. They never liked each other, and it's very easy to tell that there's tension between them. Even if they're having what seems like a friendly conversation, one of them furrows their brows and the other frowns as they talk. It's really weird to me. Honestly though, I can barely stand Doctor G. He's very mean - I don't even know why we invited him to come stay with us, as well bring him along as we're moving. I just want to get away from him and go hang out with Doctor V or Doctor S instead.

"Don't call me that." I sternly say to him. "I don't appreciate it at all."
Dr. G looks away for a minute. "Well, you could be."
"Not going to happen." I groan.
"Aw, come on!" he whines.
"Look." I say. "You seem to have this crazy idea that I like you or something. We are not and will never be in a romantic relationship. The only reason you ever started speaking to me to begin with was because you wanted something like a friend to hook up with or the leftovers of the dinners I cooked for my actual boyfriend."
"That's funny... I was actually going to ask you for a favor." he murmurs quietly.
"No."
"Aw! Why not?" he whines some more.
"I don't do things for anyone. Well, at least not for you, I don't."
At that moment, he scratches his face and refuses to make eye contact with me. He must be asking me for something ridiculous.
"What exactly do you even want?" I ask.
"One of those little people." he proclaims. "I really want one."
"Um, why would I do that for you?" I question him.
"Because deep down, you're nice and would totally do that for your friend."
"Get the fuck out."

Doctor S strolls over with a flustered expression very similar to mine.

"Hey man!" says Doctor G. "How are you doing, huh?"
"Just ducky." Doctor S replies sarcastically. "Why don't you leave her alone.
"Why do you guys hate me so much? I never did anything to you."
Doctor S and I both just glare at him, and then exit. He puts his arm on my shoulder.

"I have a suggestion." he says calmly. "Well, two, actually."
"And those would be..."
"We kick him out."
"Ha, you've got my vote on that one." I joke. "What's your other suggestion?"
We walk further, over back to the car.
"Maybe we should start dating again." he says. I stop.
"What if the same thing happens as last time?" My eyes widen a little.
"I won't let that happen. Last time, we just hit a bump in the road - it obviously wasn't a big one, considering we're still friends and we live together." he says.
"True... but I'm scared."
"Why?" he asks. "We had a nice relationship. I'll take care of you, and you can take care of me. We'll always be there for each other, just like how it used to be. I mean, even if you say no, I'm going to ask you again, because I know you still love me."
"It sounds lovely, but I'm going to need time."
"I understand, and I want you to know that I still have very strong feelings for you. There are plenty of reasons to get back together."
He can read me well - much like a good book he'd always enjoy in his free time. Though I doubt this is true, if I just happen to be another paperback to him, I hope with all of my soul that he never puts me on the shelf and forgets that I'm there, waiting to be held in his warmth again.

From -1.5's view:

30 looks down at me. Choking on his breath, he asks me how I'm feeling.

"Spectacular." I say, running my hand over his shoulder and onto his back. I feel like all of the stuff I felt back months and months ago was just some sort of phase. It doesn't really even feel real. I don't even think I'd care to wonder about it anymore.

The clock in the lab makes a bell sound, ten to be exact. I guess we still don't have to go for a while.
I tell 30 this, and he asks if we should head down and go see everyone so they can wish me happy birthday.

"30, I appreciate you wanting to spread joy and birthday cheer, but I'd rather stay up here and enjoy the day with you."

"Well, it's your birthday, we'll celebrate how you want. If you just want to stay settled here, that's what we'll do."

"We're going to see them in a little while. I'd like to stay here. I hope you like the sound of that."

"I do." He says.

-

I roll onto my side and look at 30, who seems to be just lying there on the other side of the bed, smiling like an idiot.

"I guess I can take back what I'd said about having a shitty birthday." I manage to get out in a few breaths.

"Are you happy?" he asks. "Because I sure am."

"Well, yes. Thank you for..." I pause because he won't stop smiling. "Everything."

"I hope this is a step up from your last one." he jokes.

"Thanks to you." I say. "Now, all we have to do is wait until we get to your birthday." I raise my brow at him. 30's eyes get really wide for a second and he covers his mouth because his smile is from cheek to cheek now. I hear him mutter something under his breath, and slight look down at me for a minute. He then puts his arms around me and pulls me closer to him.

"I don't know how long I can wait." he says excitedly. He hugs me really tight and I kiss him on the side of the mouth.

"Neither can I." I whisper.

He just looks at me with anticipating eyes and a big smile, and exhales. It is still so early in the morning.

From 30's view:

Once January passed, time began to fly by. It's June already, and today is my birthday. I can't believe it's been a whole year. So much has happened in only three hundred and sixty-something days. But, besides the day, I've noticed that things have changed around here, for the better.
I've noticed a change in the atmosphere around here. Everyone is on the same page, nobody argues, and we all just get along. We just stay happy and go wherever the wind happens to take us. We are not afraid of anything anymore, and we all kind of just live in harmony at this point.
But... there is this one thing that bothers me. The new guy. I get this weird feeling whenever I see him - like he's got something up his sleeve. I don't really know what it is, but hopefully it's just me.

On the birthday note, I had a great day. We had a little celebration, and it was pretty entertaining.
Later in the evening, I find myself sitting in bed, simply just relaxing. I'm exhausted - I remembered 1.5's comment from a few months back... and she kept her word for certain.
The whole thing was perfect. It was slow, and really tender, and passionate... my personal favorite way to express these kind of feelings. I remember everything she said during it. Her voice sounded so amazing... so clear and so comfortable. From the moment she approached me and slipped under my arm, I should have known what I was in for. She said so many things to me that I've always wanted to hear. All I could manage to mutter back to her between my breathing was that I wouldn't ever leave her, because I love her more than anything in the world.

1.5 is a rare find. I wish there were more people like her - actually, I take that back. If there were actually more like her, I'd never realize how lucky I am to have her in my life.

We spent the rest of the night awake. She is the best thing that's ever happened to me.

Things couldn't be better, and I hope that will never change.