This is such a bad place to hide. He's probably blind if he doesn't see me. Plus, it's kind of hard to breath with all of these burning candles in my face.
Why did I agree to bring the cake out again? I'm the worst person to ask to do that! I'll probably drop it the second he comes in and burn all of us alive in this tour bus.
A better question, why the hell am I hiding at our lounge? Why didn't I pick a better place?
Oh, wait. There isn't.
Note to self, remind management that we need a bigger bus for us to hide in.
I could hear Carlos' voice right by the window I was next to, screaming at the top of his lungs at how old James is now. That's ironic, coming from the guy who's turning 24 in a month. I glanced across me, where my best friends were hiding, silly string cans and small cream pies in their hands.
Behind them were a bunch of presents from everyone we knew, who passed them to us secretly a few days before we left for tour, ensuring that we had them safely hidden until this day.
"Aw, come on, James! Let's all go out for dinner! Our treat, since you just turned 23 today!" I heard Carlos plea, the bus door swinging open. A few loud thumps of, I assume, James' footsteps and softer ones from Carlos echoed through the silent interior.
"Where are the guys?" the birthday boy asked, probably a few feet away from where the three of us were hiding, small smiles on our faces.
We waited for a few seconds before James walked right into the middle of the lounge, squealing like a little girl when the four of us came together, screaming, "Happy birthday, bro!"
"I don't know about you, but I'm feeling 22," I sang, chuckling when James' eyes widened. He was unaware of the two amigos sneaking up to him, pies ready. "Happy 23rd birthday, Jamie."
The brunette fell back, screaming as Logan and Dustin attacked him with silly strings and smashed the pies into his face. James, face now filled with cream, spread some of the remaining pie from his fingers onto our cheeks, all the while roaring with laughter.
He stopped right in front of me as I shakily held the cake up, a nervous smile on my lips. James' warm hands rested atop mine, keeping the red velvet cake balanced as he blew out the candles, closing his eyes as he made a wish.
Carlos immediately took the cake from us and headed to the front of the bus to cut each of us a slice.
"Hey, what did you wish for?" Dustin asked, wiping his face with a paper towel. All of us mimicked his movements, cleaning ourselves from the vanilla cream.
James looked at me and grinned. "Everything," he answered, wrapping an arm around my shoulders, purposely ruffling my blonde hair. "I'm so getting all of you back on your birthdays."
A/N: A quick one! I'll try to have one of more quality up someday. But, well.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAMES DAVID MASLOW. I can't believe he's 23. Oh God, where did time go to? Wasn't he 19 just yesterday D':
Kidding. Hope you guys liked this.