BEEP, BEEP, BEEP!
Ugh, it was morning, again. I was trying to forget about Josh coming over today, but I couldn't.
Yes, he's my boyfriend, but he's bringing almost one hundred people over for my birthday party. I hated birthdays. I couldn't ever really see the point in them.
Josh insisted I had a "sweet sixteen." Whatever. As long as it would only be my friends, I didn't care.
RING, RING, RING!
I picked up the phone and pressed it to my ear. "Hello?"
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" It seemed like a million voices were screaming in my ear, but there weren't, It was my three best friends, Veronica, Melody, and Taylor.
"Hey guys. Thanks, but you know I don't like birthdays."
"Jess, it's your sixteenth birthday. Live a little!" Taylor screamed in my ear.
"Thanks, Tay. I will. Bye."
I flipped my phone closed and looked down at my pajamas. I wanted to change, but I was hungry.
I walked into the kitchen and and found a note from my mom.
Hey sweetie,
I know you don't like to be wished Happy Birthday, so I won't. I picked up your dress from the dry-cleaners this morning. It's in your closet on the blue hanger. You're going to love it. Oh, and Josh called. He said to call his cell phone when you wake up. Breakfast is cereal this morning. Sorry, I didn't have time to make you something special for your birthday. Be ready for 5pm because that's when the guests will start arriving.
Love you always,
Mom
I picked up the phone and dialed Josh's number. At the same time, I pulled out the Cheerios from the cabinet and the milk from the fridge. I grabbed a bowl from the sink and poured both the cereal and milk into the bowl. I started eating as soon as Josh picked up.
"Hey, Jess! Happy birthday!"
I swallowed my cereal before he thought I hung up.
"Hey, thanks. My mom said to call you. What's up, hun?" I ate my cereal as fast as I could before I had to say something.
"Oh yeah! Did your mom get your dress?"
"Yep. I didn't see it yet."
"Oh, well it's going to look beautiful on you. I know it."
"Am I going to look beautiful in it?" I shoved the rest of the cereal in my mouth.
"Hm, I'm not sure about that one. I'll get back to you on that." I loved his voice when he was kidding around. I loved this kid.
"Hey! Ha, I'm going to go get ready. Love you. Bye." Then, I hung up the phone.
I went upstairs to go look at my dress. I opened my closet and pulled it out. It was beautiful.
It was a white, frilly dress with a black satin cummerbund waist and big front bow. I loved it. I couldn't believe my eyes! I put it on and thought of something. Shoes! Where were they? Mom said she was picking them up with my dress! Ugh! I had to find them.
I looked all over. I could not find them. I was going to wake up my sister to come help me, but then I stepped on something. Ah ha! They were next to my bed. I picked them up. They were also beautiful. They were allover pleated satin heels have satin bow and organza ruffles and a peeptoe. My mom thought of everything perfect.
I just realized it's only 10:30 and I don't need to be in my dress until 5:00. Oh, well. I went on my computer and signed on to my email address. I had only one new email from my cousin, Justine. I clicked on it and waited for my slow computer to load it.
Hey Jess,
Happy birthday! I know you don't like to be wished happy birthday, but I just did.
Anyway, I'm in Texas right now, and can't get a plane to Minnesota. I'm sorry. I didn't want to miss your big sweet sixteen, but I have to. I'm so sorry.
Your mom let me help by picking out your dress. I hope you like it! I wore it in my Rolling Stone shoot. It was the exact same one. (I only offered to help pick it out because I didn't want you to be wearing a dress that your mom picked out.That could end up bad.)
You still probably think I'm your stuck-up actress cousin still. Well, I'm not. I really want to be your friend, Jess. Please?
Write back! I love you! Oh, and Aunt Kelly says hi!
Love always,
Justine
Oh great, fan mail. I don't know why Justine looks up to me. She always has. She's the big actress. I should be looking up to her. Ugh, I should write back. I just kept it simple.
Hey Justine,
Tell Aunt Kelly I said hi. Thanks for the birthday wish. I appriciate it. (Kind of.)
You don't have to be sorry for not coming. I know you're busy. I understand.
I love the dress, and thanks for saving me from my mom's dress choice.
Love you,
Jess
I pressed the send button and signed off my email. I stood up looking for something to do. I laid down on my bed and drifted off to sleep.
"Jess? Jess?! Jessica? Hello?" Ugh. This was worse than an alarm clock. My twelve-year-old sister, Merranda.
"Merranda, go away," I mumbled.
"No! It's 4:30! Mom said you have to get ready!"
"Oh, crap!" I yelled as I ran into the bathroom.
I pulled out my bag of make-up, and started putting makeup. After that was over, I looked at my light brown hair. I pulled out my curling iron and plugged it in. While I waited for that to get warm, I went to get my shoes. I slipped them on, and went back in the bathroom to start curling my hair.
"What do you think?" Merranda said as she twirled around in her dress.
"Wow," I managed to say. Her dress was a soft matte jersey dress. It had sheer illusion halter and soft ruching and allover sequins and glitter. Amazing for a twelve-year-old.
"I picked it out myself. I like yours better though."
"Oh," was all I could say.
DING DONG, DING DONG!
"Guests! Merranda, go let them in."
"On it!"
I finally finished curling my hair. I looked at it and went into the kitchen.
"Hi Mom!" I said and gave her a hug.
"Wow, Jess you look beautiful!"
"Thanks. I try." She laughed at me.
" Did you see your sister's dress?"
"Yea. Pretty amazing."
"Yep. Wow, who's at the door?"
I looked over and saw three boys. They looked familar. I didn't know them. Oh, and Josh was with them. Just probably Josh's friends.
"Umm, I'm not sure. I think they're Josh's friends." I said as I locked eyes with the curly haired one.
"Honey, that's the Jonas Brothers."
Omigosh. I didn't really like these boys. They were cute and all, but I never actually listened to their music. Besides, they won't give me the time of day. They have billions of fans. They could care less whether they had me as a fan or not. I wasn't a Jonas fan, never will be.