Chapter 4

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What could this person possibly want? Who do they think I am, making me climb all these stairs and such. Truth be told, I am flattered at the attention; but am a big sloth, far too lazy,, to care. What do lazy people do? Sleep, that's what. Usually I sleep where ever but my previous locations of slumber had gotten me into some deep shit. Sighing, I trudge off to my room to take a snooze. I twist the handle half-heartedly. Why did this require so much effort? Ugh I just want to crawl under the covers and hibernate. I don't care if that is socially unacceptable…

I flick on the light switch to see Matt and Mello in my room with a large banner painted "Happy Birthday Malfia!" They throw confetti (or chocolate wrappers) at my face and shake noise makers. I couldn't move, or even speak. No one had ever done that much for me before and they went through all this trouble in order to make this day special. I mean come on, it's not that special. Matt flashed a worried look on his face and came towards me slowly. I ran up to him and attacked him with a hug. "Thank you so much," I said into his shirt, a few tears peaking out. I rub the mascara off this shirt. "Sorry," I say, looking down at my feet. Matt let out a loud laugh, startling me. "Don't be, it's what friends do right?" I looked at him and gave a small smile.

Walking around him, I gave Mello a big hug as well. Matt's partner in crime had just as much to do with this. "Okay so we don't exactly have cake because some kids ate it," Matt sighed, scratching the back of his head nervously. "But, what we do have are gummy worms!" I fist pumped. "Hell yeah!" I snickered. "Oh we also have this," Matt added reaching behind his back, he pulled out a bottle of vodka. "Now let's get the party started, shall we?"

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"This *brrp* is the *brrp* best birthday ever guys *hiccup* so thanks." I manage to get out, the others bursting into hearty fits of laughter. "Youuuuuu," Mellp pointed at me with a lazy finger. "Arrrreee soooooo drunk *hic*." I crawl over to him. "Notttt as drunk as *brrp* you, silly bum face." I push my index finger into his chest. I reach over to the bottle to find it empty. Matt pulls a sad face, but then it brightened. "Yo, let's play sommee game. Like it's called spin the drunkerrrrrrr." Rolling my eyes at him. "Noooooooooo shit face, it's spin the BOTTLE. B-O-T-T-E-L… bottle!" Matt face palms himself. He hands it to me, I spin it and it lands on Mello. I look over to him with a sly grin and he looks away. I make my way over to him and sit in front of the blonde. "Pucckkkeerrr up silly boy," I giggle. But before anything else could happen; all went black.

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I woke up on the floor, Mello beside me. I had vomit in my hair, ew. My room was a mess and Matt was pant-less on my bed snoring loudly. What happened last night? I don't really remember. I rolled onto my side and groaned; all of my muscles ached. Something catches my eye as I see the empty vodka bottle. Yes, alcohol can be quite the influencer; I just hope I didn't do anything stupid. I look over at Mello and saw my lipstick on his cheek, smeared. Oh god. I put my palm to my forehead; the loud slapping noise waking up Matt for a second. "Huh, wha-what happened? Oh yeah ahaha we got wasted." He looks to me and smiles. "Oh by the way, that present over there is from Mello and mine is the blue one." He slumps back to sleep with a thud.

I open Matt's gift first, I peel the paper carefully to reveal some studded jewellery that included a necklace, a bracelet and a few earrings. I smiled, he knew just the right thing to get me. I also had a tinge of guilt pierce through my body. Where would he get this kind of money in order to buy these things? We aren't allowed to really go out of the area of the house for the sole reason that it is a really sketchy area. A lot of the times we hear gunshots and screams. The unimaginable probably happens and I would never want Matt to risk his safety.

Placing his gift over to one side, I reach for Mello's gift. I tried opening it carefully and in the end just tore it open loudly with anticipation. Inside it was many paintbrushes and a few paints. Attached to one of the paints was a note, "This is the last note I promise, but go to the garden." I pick up my presents and slowly head to the garden. Okay slowly is a lie, I nearly ran there. The air was crisp and a tad chilly, kind of like the time where Mello and I slept next to each other outside. Next to the bench where I often draw was an easel with a large canvas on the ledge. I stop in my tracks, this is the best gift I have ever received.

I felt two arms wrap around me from behind and give me a gentle squeeze. "If you never try, you'll never see your greatness. I'm sure if you tried, you could create a masterpiece." I turned around and put my forehead to his. "So you followed me huh?" He chuckled, "Well your loud paper tearing wasn't exactly silence." I look down at my shoes. "I don't know how I can thank you enough. You believe in me. Most people never did and they just thought I was different and weird." "You're not weird Malfia, you're special."

He forced me to look back at him by putting his hand on my chin. As he did so, he pressed his lips against mine. My eyes flew open in shock but gradually closed and I leaned in and kissed him back. Our lips seemed to move together in perfect harmony and synchronization. His lips were warm and soft, just as I'd hope they'd be. He pulled back and looked into my eyes. I felt a blush creep onto my cheeks as I tried to look away, but he wouldn't let that happen. He smiled at me. "Happy Birthday," he whispered, pulling me into a hug. I squeezed him tight and he returned the favour.

He turned around and carried the canvas as well as the easel. "Um are you sure you can carry both?" I ask, pointing to the objects he struggled to carry. He nodded his head. "Yeah, what kind of man wouldn't be able to do this?" I followed behind him. Every step he took appeared painful as he limped and trudged slowly back to the Wammy House. Was he hurt? I brushed the thought aside and continued into the house to clean up the mess in my little attic sanctuary.