Chapter 1: Happy Birthday
"Happy birthday, Skye!" my friends yelled. Loudly, I might add. Not that I'm complaining about the attention. It's not every day you legally become an adult (not like that means anything, though).
"Skye, blow out the candles!" Sarah yelled.
Fine, fine. If you insist.
"What're you gonna wish for?" Alyssa asked.
Julie nudged me in the ribs. "A nice, steamy, make-out session with a male of your choice from Bleach, and maybe a hot orgy with —"
"Julie!"
I looked down at the cake, my face flushing. Julie and I are the only Bleach-obsessed girls in our group, and then there's Justin, the only anime-obsessed guy in our group (who I swear only watches Bleach because almost every girl has ginormous boobs) so no one (but him) got what she just muttered to me, but still…
Dammit, she has a point.
How awesome would that be if I could spend the day — or longer — with any male from Bleach? Or even better, make that two.
Ulquiorra Cifer and Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez. My two favorite characters.
What?
I have a thing for bad boys!
Anyways, obviously I wished for them. Even if it would never happen, a girl can still dream (oh and dream I do…dirtily at times…heh heh heh).
Anyways, I made a nice, clean wish to, like, hang with them. Ignoring the impossibility of that happening, of course. I know they're not real. But if they were…oh God. I'd be deflowered in minutes. But damn it would be so good!
I blew out the candles and everyone clapped. Julie shot me a knowing look and I avoided her eyes for the next bit.
She knew what I wished for because we both have probably made the exact same wishes on our birthday cakes since we started watching Bleach a couple years before.
Someone should've told me be careful what you wish for.
You just might get it.