Updated: November 28, 2014

We all get at least one good wish every year on our birthday. We stand in front of a cake and blow out the candles and we wish real hard for that one thing we really want. But is that really it? Some of us add some extra wishes in during the year while we wait for our next birthday.

Eyelashes, fountains, stars.

And sometimes those wishes come true. But what happens next? Most of the time we don't just sit there perfectly happy that our wish came true, is it as amazing and good as we thought it would be? Or do we just notice we have a very long list of other wishes we are dying to get granted?

I have a very good feeling it's the second one…

Most of the time we don't wish for something unless we really want it and really need it. We don't wish for the little things, the things that are easy, or that are more likely to happen. We wish for the huge things that we don't think will really come true. We wish for things that we can't get on our own.

So then why do we even bother? Why do we even make a wish in the first place? Well, I do have a theory, I think we wish because we need help. We need something and there is nothing to do but wish. But mostly, I think we wish because sometimes, in a very great while, one of our oh so many wishes comes true…

I shifted as something brushed against the skin on my neck. I shifted again as it happened once more. "I wanna sleep." I whined, though I know for a fact it didn't sound that coherent. We had, had finals the past couple days and there was only two more days left of school and then Jared was graduating and I was a senior and it was summer.

"Kimmy…"

I groaned. I loved that voice. I loved the person the voice belonged too. You know what else I love? Sleep.

There was soft chuckling in my ear and I pushed on the person who was hovering over me and flipped us over. I rested my ear on the wonderful persons amazingly warm chest as they wrapped their arms around me.

"Sleep." I mumbled, reaching up and patting the person in the face, probably poking their eye. "Good doggie." They laughed again and flipped us back over. "Jared!" I whined making him laugh harder.

"Wake up birthday girl." He sang softly, placing a kiss on my neck. I squirmed beneath him.

"Bad doggie." I murmured. "Let me sleep." More chuckling. More kisses on my neck. I finally gave in and opened my eyes, blinking a few times to get used to the light and the werewolf hovering above me.

"Happy birthday." Jared said softly, leaning down and pressing his forehead against mine.

"Mhm." I mumbled, leaning up a little and pressing my lips to his. "There. You've said 'happy birthday', I got a birthday kiss, the day is over, and we don't have to mention it again." I reasoned. He shook his head and ignored me, before climbing off of me and getting up. He knew me well enough to know that after he got up I would be soon to follow because I got cold. Sure enough, three minutes later, I got up and padded down the stairs to the kitchen slowly. Jared was standing in front of the island countertop, stirring a bowl of pancake mix. I wrapped my arms around his waist and leaned my head against his side.

"Happy birthday."

Way to ruin the moment.

"I made you coffee."

Moment redeemed.

After drinking two cups of my favorite coffee, I had officially woken up. It was my birthday and I was turning seventeen. It wasn't a very important birthday, stuck between getting your license and being able to buy scratch tickets, but then again, none of my birthdays were really that important. Jared apparently wanted to change that. He placed a huge plate of chocolate chip pancakes in front of me that I knew I wouldn't finish.

"Thank you!" I said, happily as he sat down next to me to eat his. Then the doorbell rang. He offered to get it but I told him to eat and I would answer the door. A young man was standing outside in a delivery outfit with an electronic key pad.

"Are you Kimberly Connweller?" He asked politely. I nodded my head. "I need you to sign this." He said, gesturing to the key pad. "I have a delivery for you." He added, motioning to the huge box that was behind him. It went to at least my shoulders and was wide enough that I could probably just barley touch each end with my fingertips.

I slammed the door in his face.

Politely.

"Who was that?" Jared asked as I walked back into the kitchen.

"Wrong number." I said, smiling and moving to eat my delicious pancakes.

"It's not a phone, Kim." He said, smirking. The doorbell rang again.

"Let the answering machine get it!" I told him, doing my best to block him from leaving the kitchen. Yeah, that didn't work.

"Again, Kim, it's not a phone." He managed to get by me, without any trouble, and opened the front door. The delivery man did not look happy. He sighed, looking relieved to see someone else who wasn't me. I resisted the urge to stick my tongue out.

"Can you sign this? I need to deliver this thing and she wouldn't sign." He said, sounding a bit annoyed. This time I really did stick my tongue out. Jared gave me a disapproving look and I pouted back at him.

"Of course." He told the man, stepping out of the house to sign the key pad. Traitor. "You'll have to excuse my girlfriend, it's her birthday and for some strange reason, she has a problem with presents." He explained. Double traitor.

"I'm eating your pancakes." I grumbled, walking away. I heard a happy birthday from the delivery man and a snicker from a boyfriend who was lucky he was so damn lovable. I sat down at his seat and ate his pancakes, just because I could. After about ten minutes of eating and still no Jared I went to find him. I had heard the door open and close twice but he hadn't come back to see me. I walked outside, barefoot, to see Jared attempting to lift the package in through my big, front bay-window.

"Not to be rude or anything, because I love you, but what the hell are you doing?" I asked. He paused and flashed me a grin.

"Putting this in your living room. It doesn't fit through the door." He said. I blinked a couple times and cringed at the thud it made against the floor inside. Hopefully it wasn't breakable. He pulled the window shut from the outside and headed back in through the front door. I followed behind and walked into the living room. I walked around the big box a couple times, poked it a few, and sniffed it twice before heading upstairs to take a shower.

"You're not gonna open it?" Jared called from the bottom of the stairs.

"Nah." I shrugged. A minute later there was a curse followed by a "Did you really have to eat my pancakes? I had just finished cutting them up!"

"Yeah."

The doorbell rang again and this time I was actually excited. I opened the door and a different delivery man was standing there with a medium size box. I excitedly took the box from him and called a thanks before shutting the door and rushing to the kitchen. I put the box on the counter and grabbed the scissors from the front drawer, opening the box. Jared came walking into the kitchen, shirtless and hair still wet from a shower. I didn't even pause to ogle him as I did my best to get the box open.

"What is it?" He asked, sounding slightly confused. Probably because I was so against the other present. I pulled it out of the box and held it up to show him, taking the packaging off it.

"Panini maker!" I said excitedly, jumping up and down a little. "Want me to make you a panini?" I asked, opening up the silver machine and looking at it. My father's secretary, Rachel, called me last week to ask if I had decided what I wanted for my birthday. I thought presents were supposed to be surprises but maybe not. I told her I wanted a panini maker and exactly which one I wanted. It was silver and would match my toaster which was my main concern.

"You could ask for anything from your parents and you ask for a sandwich maker?" He asked slowly.

"It's a panini maker, big difference!" I exclaimed. I flipped open the birthday card and sighed, frowning slightly. It was Rachel's handwriting.

Thats okay.

A couple hours later we were almost to the beach. "Are you sure I look okay?" I asked, biting my lip and fidgeting with my outfit a little. He rolled his eyes.

"Yes, you look beautiful. Whats with the nervousness, Kimzy?" He asked. I glanced up at him before sighing.

"Okay. Promise not to make fun of me?" I asked. He seemed a bit confused by my question but nodded his head anyway. "I've never had a birthday party for me." I admitted. "My parents were too busy when I was younger and I don't really have friends. I've been to birthday parties but it's different when it's for you, ya know?" I reasoned. He didn't laugh or make fun of me which I was grateful for. He stayed silent the rest of the way to the beach, which I would normally think meant he was mad at me, but I knew he wasn't. He had no reason to be. He was just processing. He paused me before we officially walked onto the beach.

"You don't have to do this if you don't want." He said softly. "I shouldn't have forced you to have a party or celebrate your birthday if you didn't want to. I'm sorry." He apologized. I gave him a weird look.

"Don't apologize. I want to do this. I like parties. They're fun. And Emily said she bought turkey burgers for Sam to grill and those are my favorite." I told him, smiling. I didn't want him to feel bad for me. There was no reason too. "Plus, Jakey told me I could make-out with you the whole time if I wanted and I might just do that." I added, winking at him, trying to lighten the mood. It worked because he cracked a smile. I grinned and leaned up, standing on my tipy-toes so I could have a kiss. Since it was my birthday he obliged…or maybe he just wanted to kiss me. A girl can dream. I grabbed his hand again and skipped forward onto the beach.

"Kimmy!" I was attacked by a Jacob. I squealed as he wrapped his arms around me and spun me in a circle. He then threw me over his shoulder leading me over to the group of friends.

"Jacob!" I yelled, pulling myself up so I was propped up and could see behind him. Jared was following us with a very amused expression. "Seriously Jared? Remember me? Your soulmate? A little help!" I growled trying my best to push away from the very strong Jake. He smirked and shrugged a little still following Jake. I glared at him. Some soulmate he was. "Jakey! Is it too late to trade wolves? Mines not being very nice and I would like to test out Embry or maybe Ryan. Ooh! Actually, can I have Leah?" I asked, making Jared's smirk go away. Jake laughed.

"Have you had him for more then two weeks?" He asked. I sighed and said that I had. He apologized and told me wolves are only refundable for the first two weeks after use, so I would sadly be stuck with Jared. He flipped me over so I landed on the ground and I stumbled a bit but was caught by Emily who had a death grip around me.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" She screeched in my ear and I cringed. Brady waved to me from behind her and I mouthed 'help'. He rolled his eyes but helped pull me out of Emily's arms.

"Happy birthday." He said, smirking. He gave me a little squeeze before letting me go. Everyone was talking at once and I couldn't focus in on one person or their conversation. Oh boy, it's going to be a long night.