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I woke up the next morning to the smell of cake. Dylan was standing over me shaking my shoulder and smiling.
"Jules, get up. We have a surprise."
Ugh. A surprise. I frown.
"Quit frowning and get up." He tells me, leaving the room.
I sigh, get dressed and go into the kitchen.
As soon as I round the corner I am hit by the smell of food.
Cinnamon rolls and cake. Cookies and tarts.
I smile as my dad comes and hugs me. "Happy birthday Julie."
"Thank you daddy." I tell him.
He smiled.
I haven't called him daddy in a long time.
Next to hug me was my mother.
"Happy birthday baby." She says, hugging me. Her voice already full of emotion.
"Thank you mommy." I tell her.
She steps back and smiles.
I look at my parents and wonder, as I have so many times before. How the made it through what they did. They have both lost so much it's amazing they are even standing here in front of me. That being the case. It's amazing I'm even here. I fell badly suddenly, realizing how much I take for granted. I smile and hug them again.
Next to hug me is Annie. She smiles and tells me happy birthday.
She seems to be doing better than she does most days. I know that after her games she lost it. And after the rebellion, it just got worse.
Finnick hugs me next and tells me that he loves me. He steps back and stands next to Annie, taking her hand. Yet again, I'm hit with the sure unlikely hood that they are standing there, together. They both should be dead. Everyone in this room shouldn't exist.
Dylan is the last to hug me. But when he touches me, my heart starts to race and I feel my cheeks getting warm.
After all the happy birthdays are out of the way we all sit down to eat. My dad must have gotten up who knows how early to bake all this for me. I smile and kiss him on the cheek. Me all talk for a while and suggest things to do today. Dylan suggests we go to one his favorite beaches I happily oblige.
We all sit and eat for a little while longer. Once Dylan and I are done eating, we head out. On the way out, my dad hands me some money. "Just in case." He says winking and hugging me.
Dylan and I walk for about 45 minuets just talking and catching up.
We were nearing an hour before I finally stopped and said, "Dylan, you know I'm not one to complain, but are we there yet?"
He laughs and says, "Yes dear, almost there."
My heart skipped a beat when he called me 'dear'. "You know, if you're tired I can carry you if you wish."
The thought of me wrapping my legs around him is very appealing, and he did offer.
"No thank you." I tell him. Mentally kicking myself.
"Whatever floats your boat." He says winking.
I feel my stomach turn.
"So," I say, hoping to change the subject. "Why aren't you in school today?"
"Oh, I'm home schooled now." He tells me.
"Why?" I ask.
This is brand new information.
"Because kids at school thought I was getting special treatment because of who my parents were. I got picked on a lot. I got tired of it, so we decided home schooling was best for me." He tells me.
"I'm sorry." Is all I can say.
"It's no biggie. And besides, it means I can spend the day with you."
He smiles at me. He stops walking suddenly and I stop too.
"What?" I ask him.
He gives me the impish grin I saw last night. "Close your eyes." He tells me.
I'm about to protest but he interrupts, "Just trust me Juliet."
I sigh and close my eyes.
I hear him walk over and then feel him put his hands over my eyes.
"Just to make sure you're not peeking." He tells me.
I smile and let him lead me.
We walk for about a minuet before I feel sand.
"Ok," he says, removing his hands. "Open you're eyes."