Title: I still cry

Disclaimer: I do not own Castle, or any of the songs.


Chapter Thirty-six: Fifteen- Taylor Swift

Alexis's Point of View

Yesteray

"Hey, Ashley, wanna come to my party tomorrow?" I asked.

"Sure, what kinda party?"

"My birthday is tomorrow."

"I'll be there."

"Kay, here is an invite telling you when and where."

"Alright."

Today

I wake up and walk out to the kitchen.

"Happy birthday." my mom says.

"Thanks." I say.

Dad walks out of his office, "Happy birthday."

"Thanks." I repeat, "Where's Talia?"

"Still sleeping." my mom answers.

"Oh, I'm gonna go check on her." I say, then my phone starts playing Haunted by Taylor Swift.

"Some one is calling you." my dad says.

"No, it's a text." I take my phone from my pocket.

"From whom?"

"Ashley." I say, reading the text.

Happy birthday, Alexis

-Ash

"Who?" my dad asks.

"Her new friend." my mom answers.

"Oh."

I walk to Talia's room, and type back a quick response.

thnx

"Sissy!" Talia says when I enter her room.

"Hey, baby girl."

"Happy birthday." Talia squeals.

"Thank you."

Ashley texted me back.

How old are you now?

-Ash

I type back, then pick Talia up.

15

I carry Talia out to the kitchen. Just getting her settled in her high-chair when my phone rings from another text.

One more year till your 16, then you can go out with me.

-Ash

I giggle.

"What did she say?" My dad asks.

"Nothing." I text him back.

Sure...gtg gotta eat breakfast with the fam.

I put my phone in my pocket. A minute later it rings again.

Isn't your step-mom pregnant?

-Ash

I text him back.

Mom, not step-mom, Kate adopted me

I put my phone on the table waiting for him to text me back. So, it doesn't suprize me when my phone rings.

that's cool, but isn't she?

-Ash

I text him back.

Yeah, I also have a little sister, gtg.

He texts back.

Okay, see you at the party then

-Ash

I put my phone in my pocket.

"Pancakes?" My dad asks me.

"Sure." he puts some on two plates and hands them to me and Talia.

"Thank you." I say dousing mine with maple sryup.


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Love, Alexis